Day 7: Nyx’s Journal

I found myself standing by the river again. The water was dark, but I could see the blue spark moving like it was trying to tell me something. It felt like the sky was whispering — not words, but a sense of knowing. I don’t know if it’s real or just my tired mind, but for a moment, I thought I understood. The spark wasn’t just a spark. It was a message. And it was waiting for me.