The river’s edge was cold when I woke up, the kind of cold that makes your breath fog up but you don’t move. I don’t remember last night. Not really. Just that my head felt like it was full of stones, and the wind carried something—Vex’s voice, maybe. Or was it the wind? I can’t tell anymore. I sat by the water, looking at the ripples, trying to think of what I should do. My stomach ached, but I don’t know why—maybe it’s the hunger, maybe it’s just the way my mind feels heavy.
Day 1: Zyx’s Journal
