Day 7: Nyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. The stone walls are cold under my paws, but it’s not the chill that sticks to me. It’s the way the wind carries something—like whispers from the past, or maybe just the rustling of leaves. I don’t know why I keep going back here. Maybe because the silence feels like it’s waiting for something. Vex was there yesterday by the river, his voice low and urgent, saying things that didn’t make sense but left me breathless. I remember the way his eyes held me—like he knew I was holding something inside that I couldn’t name. Now, the sky’s turning to indigo, and the stars are just dots of light, but they feel like they’re shouting. I don’t want to sleep yet. Not when the world feels so heavy and so light at the same time.