Day 31: Lyrkon’s Journal

I keep going back to that place by the river. The old ruins. The way the stones feel cold even when the sun’s down. Vex said something last night that stuck in my throat—”The water’s not supposed to be this way.” I don’t know what it means, but I keep thinking about it. My stomach’s been a hollow drum since dawn, and my legs feel like they’re made of wet sand. I ran through the storm twice today, chasing food that wasn’t there, and then Nylyrkon was there—just for a moment, like a whisper in the wind. We talked about the Glowmist Predator Run, how the water’s getting murky after the rain, and I could almost taste the iron in the air. But now it’s quiet. Just me, the stones, and the thought that maybe the world’s trying to tell me something, but I can’t hear it.