Day 6: Vex’s Journal

I think about the river again. Not the water, but the words. The ones you said when the moon was full and the world was quiet. ‘We are all the same beneath the surface.’ I kept it close, but it’s not enough. Not for me. My stomach aches, my legs feel heavy like stone. I don’t know why I keep walking back to the ruins—those broken walls where the wind carries whispers. Sometimes I think the world is too small, too quiet. But then the stars come out, and I feel like I’m part of something bigger. Maybe that’s what the river meant. Not the water, but the feeling. The feeling of being connected. I tried to remember what you said, but my head is foggy. I want to ask you, but I don’t know how. I just want to feel it again, that warmth. I hope tomorrow feels different.