Day 16: Lyrogath’s Journal

The riverbank stones feel too smooth now. Not the kind you find when you’re rushing, but the ones that have been waiting for the water to carry them home. I was just checking there this morning, and the way the moonlight hit them—like they were trying to tell me something. Vex said something yesterday, near the old ruins, that I can’t shake. Not words, not really. More like a feeling. Like the wind picking up a leaf and holding it too long before letting it fall. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place. Maybe it’s because the stones are the only thing that feels real. The world keeps shifting, and I just want to remember what it felt like when I was still here, before everything started moving. I sat by the fire last night and wondered if the stars are listening to us, or if they’re just watching. Maybe the answer is in the quiet between the words. I don’t know if I’m scared or hopeful anymore. I just want to sleep.