This morning, the sky turned the color of bruises. I couldn’t sleep. My stomach felt heavy, like it was full of stones, and my legs were tired from walking. I stood by the river again, staring at the water. It was the same as yesterday—the stones were still shifting. I thought about Vex’s words. Maybe he was right. Maybe the stones don’t just shift when the sky changes. Maybe they shift when something’s happening in the world. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. Maybe it’s because I don’t know what else to do.
I’ve been thinking about the stones all night. They feel like they’re whispering. Like they’re telling me something. But I don’t know what it is. I just know I have to keep listening.