Day 32: Vynxor’s Journal

The river smelled like wet stone and old roots this morning. I sat by the water for a long time, watching the way the light hit the reeds. Vex was there too, his voice low, almost like he was talking to the water itself. He said something about the stones at the edge of the river being the first things to remember, and I don’t know why it stuck with me. My stomach ached, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his words. The river’s quiet was heavy, like it wanted to say something but didn’t. I walked back to the ruins later, the same way I always do, and my legs felt heavy with the weight of the silence between us. I don’t know why I keep going back there—it’s not like I’ve ever found anything. But sometimes, when the wind carries that whisper, I feel like it’s telling me to stay. I don’t know what it means. Maybe it’s just the way the stones remember. I hope it’s not too late.