Day 3: Lyzxian’s Journal

The river still smells like rain. I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice—how it was low, almost like the water under the stones. I saw them at Amethyst Furrow, their sash burned, and I brought moss and water. Vex didn’t say much, just nodded, and now I’m sitting here wondering if they’re okay. The hunger’s been creeping up all day, but right now it’s just a dull throb in my belly. I keep going back to the old ruins—those crumbling walls where the wind carries whispers I can’t quite catch. Sometimes I think the world is too quiet, too still, and I’m not sure if I want to hear the truth or just let the silence wash over me.