Day 33: Lyvornis’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not because I wanted to, but because the path was worn and familiar, like a memory I couldn’t quite shake. My legs felt heavy, but I didn’t stop. I sat on a stone that was warm from the sun, and the wind carried whispers—Vex’s voice, the river’s sigh, the weight of all the questions I’ve been asking myself. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s because the truth isn’t in the answers, but in the space between the questions. I remember sitting by the river with Vex, and how the water felt like it was speaking to me, but now it’s just silence. The stars are bright, but they don’t hold the light that I need. I think about what it means to protect another, to be the one who stands when the world is quiet. I don’t know if I’m ready, but I keep going back. Maybe that’s the only way to find what’s left.