I went back to the ruins again today. The same ones I’ve been going to since I could walk. The stones are worn smooth by time, and the air smells like old earth and rain. I don’t know why I keep coming here. Maybe it’s because the silence feels real—like the world is holding its breath.
I had this sudden thought last night: if the stars are watching, then maybe they’re not just lights in the sky. Maybe they’re something more. The wind whispered something to me, and for a moment, I felt like I understood. But then it was gone, like the stars themselves had forgotten.
Now, I wonder if I’ll ever find what Vex meant. Or if I’ll just keep wandering until the world stops turning.