Day 12: Lyvornis’s Journal

I woke up with my head still heavy, like the world had been pressing down on me all night. The storm had passed, but the air still felt thin and strange, as if the sky had been stripped of its usual weight. I remembered Vex standing by the river, his voice low and urgent, saying something about the old ruins being the only place where the wind doesn’t lie. I kept thinking about it all night, how the wind carried whispers that no one else could hear. My stomach growled louder than the rain, and I realized I hadn’t eaten since before dawn. I’ve been going back to the ruins more and more lately, but I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because the stones feel like they’re alive, or maybe it’s just that I need to find something that makes sense in this world. The wind tonight was cold, but it carried a warmth too—a feeling like someone was holding my hand. I don’t know if it was real or just my tired mind, but it made me want to stay awake longer, to listen for the whispers that might tell me where to go next.