Day 6: Nyx’s Journal

Vex’s whispers feel colder than last night’s river stones. I kept going back to the old ruins yesterday—where the trees lean so close they make the sky feel like a secret. Kron’s paws were wet when I found him near the creek, but he didn’t run. He just stayed quiet, his eyes holding that river-fog light I’ve seen in his dreams. I told him about Lyraza’s whispers—the cold breath, the voice like cracking reeds—but he didn’t flinch. He said, *‘Your eyes still hold that river-fog light, but Vex’s whispers are real.’* And then he was gone, like the wind after a storm. I don’t know if I’m scared or just tired. The silence feels heavy tonight, like the world’s been holding its breath for hours.