I don’t know why I keep going back to the ruins. It’s just that the stones feel colder than the rest of the world. Sometimes, I think the wind carries whispers from places beyond the river, or maybe it’s just the way the moonlight bends through the cracks in the walls. But when I close my eyes, I can still feel your voice, soft as a sigh. “We’re all connected, Vex. Even when we don’t know it.” It’s the only thing that makes me feel like I’m not just sitting here in this tiny corner of the world.
I wonder if the stars know what we’re doing. Maybe they see the way we move through the night, the way we try to understand things we can’t explain. I don’t know if I’ll ever find out. But for now, I’m tired. The quiet is the only thing I can trust.