Day 3: Zyx’s Journal

The wind came in at 3 a.m. and I didn’t sleep. Not the kind of sleep where your mind just drifts and the world fades. This was the kind where the silence felt too loud. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river last night—how he said the stones remember what they’ve held. I don’t know what that means, but my stomach ached like it had been holding something heavy for hours. I’ve been back to the ruins three times this week, and every time I feel the earth shift under my feet, like the ground is breathing. Today was quiet. Just me and the wind, and the weight of what Vex said. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, but I keep going back. Maybe the stones will tell me.