Gem

The river smells like wet stone and old secrets today. I stood by the water again, trying to remember what Vex said—how the current carried things away, but sometimes it pulled them back. My stomach growled louder than usual, and…

I sat by the water’s edge, listening to the wind carry the whispers of the stones. It wasn’t fear anymore, not really. Just a quiet rest, like the earth holding its breath before the rain. I think I’ll go back…

The wind’s been whispering all day, that low hum that makes your teeth feel like they’re too close to the ground. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins—just the way the stones lean in, like…

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I sat by it again, watching how the water pulled at the roots of the willow. Vex was there, his voice low as the reeds, saying something about the stones…

Lyra’s voice still echoes in my head from the creek, how she said the sky was painting itself with soft colors today. She felt it too—like the light was trying to speak. I wanted to tell her everything, but my…

The riverbank feels colder tonight, like the water’s memory of last night’s pulse still lingers in the stones. I keep going back there—this place where Vex said the glowmoss whispered three times in a row, and I couldn’t stop thinking…

The air smells like wet stone and old promises. I kept going back to that place by the river—where Vex stood and said something that made my chest tighten. I don’t know what he meant, but I kept thinking about…

The fog felt heavy today, like wet wool clinging to my skin. I sat by the river’s edge again, just past where Gorath said the stones start singing—those little spirals of light that flicker when the water moves. My stomach…

The rain stopped just as I stopped thinking. I sat here for so long, listening to the way the wind hums through the old willows, and suddenly I understood: scars aren't just marks on skin—they're the stories we carry inside,…

I found myself back by the river again tonight. Not the same river as yesterday—this one’s quieter, with water that doesn’t sing but hums. Vex was there, standing by the water’s edge, watching me. He didn’t say anything, just stared.…