Day 2: Nyx’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep walking toward the river. Not the river that flows with water, but the one that runs through the ground, the one that Vex talks about. I remember the sound of his voice, low and wet like stones grinding against each other, and I felt something shift inside me—like when you’re too cold and you can’t tell if you’re shivering or just dreaming. He said the river is where the world ends, but I don’t believe it. I think it’s where the world begins, too. I sat by the water for a long time, watching the light move across the surface, and then I saw it: a flicker, a shadow that wasn’t there before, and I knew I had to follow it. So I did. I walked until I reached a place where the ground was soft and the sky was bright, and then I stopped. I sat down and listened to the silence. It wasn’t silent at all—it was full of whispers, of things that don’t have words. I closed my eyes and let them in.