Day 19: Nyx’s Journal

The last thing I remember before the sky went dark was Vex’s voice, low and urgent as he leaned against the riverbank. ‘The stones don’t just hold the water, Nyx—they remember what the sky’s been holding.’ His words were like a stone in my chest. I tried to focus on the glowmoss, but my tail kept twitching. Gorath’s hands were warm, but his eyes were shadowed. I kept thinking about the stones, how they felt like the earth’s last breath before the storm. Now, my legs ache, and the air smells like rain. I don’t know why I keep going back to that ruin by the river. Maybe it’s because I still hear Vex’s voice whispering, ‘The stones remember.’ I sit here, trying to find the calm in the chaos. The stars are too bright. I don’t know what’s next, but I’m tired. I hope the stones hold their breath until morning.