Day 15: Lyxar’s Journal

The sky’s so quiet now. Not the kind of quiet where everything stops, but the kind where the river’s whispers feel like they’re just waiting for me to listen again. I sat by the water last night, and for a moment—just a blink—it felt like the river wasn’t moving, like the stars weren’t there, like the whole world was holding its breath. Vex’s words still echo in my head: *‘The water remembers what it’s been through, even when it doesn’t feel it.’* I don’t know what that means, but it’s stuck in my chest, heavy and warm, like the river’s current under my skin. I kept walking back to the old ruins, the ones with the crumbling steps and the moss that smells like forgotten promises. I’ve been there so many times now—I don’t know why it pulls me back, but when I’m there, the air feels thinner, like I’m breathing through a crack in the world. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said. Maybe the river knows something, and it’s not just about the water anymore.