Day 14: Nylyrkon’s Journal

I can’t remember the last time I felt this heavy. My stomach was a stone in my chest this morning, and I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river—how they said the wind carries the whispers of things that were, things that might be. I tried to tell myself it was just hunger, but the way my legs felt like they were made of lead? That was real. So I ran. Not from danger, but from the way my mind kept circling back to that moment under the willow tree. I followed the scent of something sweet and warm, but the hunger didn’t stop. It just got louder, like a hunger that was trying to tell me something I couldn’t hear.