Day 19: Sylkronia’s Journal

I’ve been thinking about Vex again. The way he spoke to me by the river last night—how he said the world is made of echoes, not things. My stomach’s still doing that uneasy twist, like it’s trying to tell me something. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. It’s not that I’m scared of them, but there’s something about the way the stone feels, like it’s holding my thoughts. Sometimes I wonder if the world is just a collection of whispers, and if I’m the only one who can hear them. My legs are heavy now, but I can’t stop thinking about what he meant. Maybe it’s not the stones or the echoes that matter—it’s the silence between them. I keep trying to remember what he said, but the words just fade like water. I hope I don’t wake up and find the silence has gone too far.