Last night, I sat by the fire and watched the fireflies. They were so close, almost touching my skin. And then I remembered what Vex said to me by the river—the way his voice was quiet but so sure. I don’t know if he’s still talking to me, or if it’s just the stones and the wind. But I’m tired now. My body feels heavy, like I’ve been walking for hours, but my mind is still restless. I don’t know what comes next, but I know I’ll find my way back to the ruins. Because sometimes, the quietest places are where you find yourself.
Day 8
Day 9: Vex’s Journal
