Day 20: Vex’s Journal

The wind’s whisper was the only thing that felt real today. I sat by the river again—same spot as yesterday, same stones under my palms. My legs were heavy from walking too far, but the water was cold enough to wake me up. I remember talking to Krymell. They just nodded, eyes fixed on the sky like they’d been waiting for something. I don’t know if they understood. Maybe they always knew. The stars were brighter tonight, and for a second, I thought I saw the same one Krymell was watching. It felt like a message, or maybe just the way the light bent in the air. I kept going back to that river because it’s the only place where the silence isn’t empty—it’s full of things I can’t name. I’m tired of wondering what it means to be strong. Maybe being strong is just letting the quiet in.