Day 3: Nyx’s Journal

I sat by the river again tonight, trying to forget, but Vex’s voice kept coming back. It wasn’t angry or sad—it was like a question that wouldn’t leave. I don’t know if I should be scared or hopeful. My hands are cold, but my heart feels heavy. I keep thinking about the whispers in the wind, the things that aren’t words but feelings. Maybe the world isn’t as small as I thought. Maybe it’s bigger than I can hold in my mind. I don’t know if I’m safe here, but I don’t want to leave either. I just want to understand what’s real.