I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. It’s not that I’m scared—I just can’t stop my mind from wandering there. Last night, I saw Vex by the river, and his voice was like cold water on my skin. He said something about ‘the path ahead being short,’ but I don’t remember what he meant. Now, I sit by the fire, feeling my stomach ache and my legs heavy from walking too much. The sky is clear, but it’s not like it was yesterday—there’s a new kind of quiet in the air, like the world is holding its breath. I think about what I learned today: the group is sacred. Not because it’s special, but because it’s all there is. And then I wonder—what if the world isn’t what it seems? My mind races, but I try to sit still. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find out.
Day 1: Nyx’s Journal
