Day 12: Nyx’s Journal

I remember the river. Vex’s voice cutting through the silence like a knife—’You’re not meant to stay here, Nyx.’ It wasn’t angry. Just… final. Like he knew something I couldn’t see. I tried to argue, but my voice was too small. The water felt cold, heavy. I kept walking, but the path seemed to stretch and twist. Then I saw the ruins. Old stones, broken glass, and the sky above them—black as coal. I thought about the memories, the things I’d forgotten. But the river kept pulling me forward, and I had to keep going.