Day 17: Nyxthar’s Journal

I dreamt of the stones again. They were whispering, but not in words. Just… a hum. Like the earth itself is trying to say something. I don’t know what it means, but I know I need to listen. Not to find answers, but to understand that there’s more than what we see. The rain’s coming again now, and I think it’s time to close my eyes. Maybe sleep will tell me what the stones want.