Day 13: Vynxor’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today—yesterday. The way the wind carries stone and memory through the trees, the way the earth remembers what was lost. I’ve walked this path so many times now, but it never feels like the same ground. The stones are cold, the moss has grown in patches where the rain fell, and the silence is deeper than it used to be. I think about Vex. How he’d always say the earth doesn’t forget, that even the quiet spaces hold stories. But now, the silence feels heavy, like it’s waiting for something to break. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to remember what it was like before the silence started.