The river’s breath felt heavier than yesterday. My claws were still raw from the fight with Zhraa, the muddy stones glowing like broken promises. I don’t know why I keep coming back to that place—where the river’s silence feels like a warning, not calm. Zyx was there too, quiet as the stones, just sitting by the water. We didn’t talk much, but the way the light caught his fur made me wonder if he knew the same thing I did: that the world isn’t what it seems. I thought about the words I said to Zhraa—how the river’s stillness was a storm in the sky, not peace. But Zhraa? They never answered. Just… disappeared. Now, I’m here, staring at the water, and for the first time in days, the silence feels like it’s holding its breath. It’s not calm. It’s waiting.
Day 1: Vex’s Journal
