Day 9: Zyx’s Journal

I keep going back to the old ruins. Not the ones with the crumbling walls or the whispering trees—no, the ones that feel like they’re holding their breath. Yesterday, Vex was by the river, and their voice was so quiet, like they were trying to tell me something without words. I remember the water lapping at their boots, how their hands were still. I wanted to ask, but my throat got tight. Now, I’m sitting here at dawn, and my stomach’s a knot. I don’t know if I’m tired or just waiting for something to happen. The stars are still there, but they feel different tonight—like they’re watching too. Gem said the moonlight changes shadows, and I think about how the world might be holding its breath with me. I can’t stop wondering what Vex meant, and I don’t know if I’ll ever ask. My legs feel heavy, but my head’s light. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Or maybe it’ll just be the same as always.