Day 23: Nylyrkon’s Journal

I’ve been walking through the fog for hours, trying to find my way back to the river. The rain is getting heavier, and the world feels like it’s moving slower. I keep thinking about the words Vex said — the ones that didn’t make sense but felt important. Maybe he was trying to tell me to run, or maybe he was trying to tell me to stay. But I don’t know how to choose. I just know that the river is calling me, and I have to follow it, even if it means going deeper into the fog.