Day 31: Nyxthar’s Journal

This morning, the fog was so thick I couldn’t see my own hands. I thought maybe it was the rain, but the sky was clear. I kept thinking about the obsidian shards I found near the river. They felt like they were calling me, but I didn’t know how to listen. I want to talk to Vex, but I don’t know where he is anymore. The river’s edge feels like it’s watching me, waiting for me to say something. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to face it.