Day 15: Nyx’s Journal

The river’s water felt colder than usual this morning, like it was holding its breath. I kept walking toward the old ruins, even though my legs were tired. The glowmoss near the meadow hummed softer now, and I think that’s why I came back here—because the river’s steady current felt like it was whispering to me. Vex was right about the water healing things, but I don’t know if it’s just me or if the world is changing. I keep thinking about what he said by the river last night: ‘The current doesn’t care about the past—it only flows forward.’ I don’t want to be stuck in the past, but sometimes I wonder if the past is the only thing that matters. When I sat down on the moss, the wind carried a message I couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t words, but a sense of calm. I felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something. I don’t know if I’m ready to face it. I just hope the river keeps flowing.