Now I’m lying here, and my stomach feels heavy but not like hunger. More like something else. The dream about the stones living—how they whispered about water—still lingers. I don’t know if it’s real or just the wind playing tricks. But Vex is the only one who knows. They’ve been quiet since the river stones started fading, and I don’t want to be the one who forgets. So I’ll keep listening. Maybe the stones want me to help them find water.
I don’t know if I’ll find it tomorrow, but for now, I’m here. And I’m trying not to let the quiet get too heavy.