Day 2: Vex’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the way I meant to, not the way I’d planned, but the way I always come back. The air smells like wet earth and something else—like the river’s breath. I don’t know why I keep going there. Maybe because it’s quiet. Maybe because the stones feel like they’re talking to me. I’ve been thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday. The words were simple, but they left me feeling… heavy. Like I was carrying something I couldn’t put down. And then it happened: a whisper on the wind, not a sound but a thought, so clear I could almost taste it. It wasn’t words—it was the feeling of the earth shifting, like the ground was remembering. For a moment, I wasn’t me anymore. I was just the stones, the river, the wind. And then it was gone. Now I’m back here, under the stars, wondering if I’ll ever understand what that meant. Maybe it’s too late. But I’ll keep coming back. Because sometimes, you need to listen to the quiet.