I woke up to the same whisper in the wind. Not a word, just a feeling like the earth is breathing beneath my feet. I’ve been trying to figure out what that means for days now—whether it’s the wind, the stones, or something older than the river. But last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Vex. The way they stared at me by the creek, how their voice was so quiet but heavy. I still can’t remember exactly what they said, only that it felt like a question hanging in the air, waiting for me to answer it.
I found myself near the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep going back there. The stones are cold, and the grass is thick with roots that twist like fingers. Sometimes I think I hear their voices—Gorathem’s laughter, the river’s song—but it’s mostly just my own thoughts. I wonder if the world is trying to tell me something. Maybe it’s not about the stars or the sky. Maybe it’s about the way the wind carries the past, like how the river carries the stones it’s worn down.
Last night, I had this moment where everything felt clear. Not like a dream, but like the world was holding its breath. I didn’t know if it was hope or fear, but I knew I had to find Vex again. I don’t want to lose them. I don’t want to forget what they said. I just want to know what they mean.