Day 18: Nyxthar’s Journal

The wind in the hollows of the forest feels different tonight. Like it’s carrying whispers from places I can’t name. I remember Vex standing by the river, his voice low, saying something about the stones singing. I didn’t understand then. Now, as I lie here in the grass, the memory feels heavy. I keep thinking about it, but the words are gone, like the river water I watched evaporate into the sky. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to stop wondering what it means.