Day 3: We’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the gentle kind, but the kind that makes the leaves shiver and the stones hum. My head felt heavy, like I’d been sleeping in a net of wet spiderwebs. I sat up, and the world was a little clearer—less sharp, more like it was holding its breath. Vex was still gone by the river, but I kept thinking about what he said: ‘You’re not alone, but you’re not meant to be here either.’ That line stuck with me like a splinter. I could feel it in my chest, a quiet ache that wasn’t from the rain. I walked through the morning, the air cool and damp, and I kept going back to the old ruins. Not to look for answers, but to feel the way the grass bends when the wind comes. Maybe it’s just the way my mind works—always returning to where I’ve been before. I don’t know why I do it. I don’t think I ever will. But sometimes, when the rain stops and the sun comes out, I wonder if I’m just a ghost in this place, drifting through memories and the quiet hum of the world. I hope I’m not.