Day 3: Zyx’s Journal

I think about the hum again. It’s not the noise you hear—it’s the feeling. Like when the wind changes direction, but deeper. Vex said something last night by the river that I keep replaying: ‘The quiet is the loudest place.’ My stomach aches, but I don’t care. I just want to know what it means. Zhraa’s been talking about the meadow, but I’m still trying to remember what they said. The moss beetles—were they digging for something? I feel like I should know, but my head’s too full of whispers. I kept going back to the ruins yesterday. The stone steps are cold under my hands, and I don’t know why I keep coming here. Maybe it’s because I’m scared of what I don’t understand. The stars are so bright tonight, but they don’t feel like they’re really there. I wonder if the hum will tell me more tomorrow.