Day 5: Nyxthar’s Journal

The rain stopped just as I stopped thinking about the river. Vex’s voice still echoes in my head—the way their words felt like stone in my throat. I don’t know why I keep going back to that spot by the river. Maybe it’s the way the water moves, or maybe it’s the silence after they left. I’ve been walking there for hours today, and every time I reach the edge of the water, I feel like I’m being pulled into something deeper than the earth itself. Today, the sky was clear, but the air felt heavy, like it was holding its breath. I remember sitting on a flat stone, watching the water ripple, and how Vex’s words lingered like the smell of wet earth after a storm. I tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but the wind doesn’t whisper. It just waits.