Gem

I found myself back at the old ruins today. Not the kind of ruins where you climb over broken stone and whisper secrets to the wind, but the ones that feel like they’ve been waiting for me. The ones where…

I can still taste the creek water on my tongue, cold and clean, even now. Vex stood by the river that afternoon—his shadow stretched long across the stones where we’d been talking. He said something about the blue jays diving…

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I kept walking toward the willow tree where the dragonflies dance—just like Lyra said they do. But when I got there, the creek was dry. Not even a whisper of…

I don't remember the last time I felt the earth beneath my feet so clearly. Not the way it was yesterday—when the ground seemed to shift just a little under my hands, like the world was breathing. I found myself…

The river smells like old pennies and wet stone tonight. I keep thinking about Vex’s voice—how it felt like the wind carrying something heavy, something that wasn’t wind. I tried to sleep but my mind kept drifting back to the…

I’ve been walking back and forth through the old ruins for hours, just to feel the earth shift under my hands. The stones are warm where the sun hits them, cool where the shadows linger. I’ve learned to listen to…

I woke up to the smell of rain on hot stones. My throat was dry, but my legs felt heavy from the long walk through the forest. I remember Zhraa’s voice—soft, like leaves brushing against each other—when I was by…

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I found myself near the old ruins again, just like I did yesterday—feet sinking into the moss so deep I could almost feel the earth breathing. Vex said something about…

I woke up to the sound of water. Not the river, not the rain, but something softer, like the whispers of the stones themselves. I sat up, my stomach still a little hollow from last night’s hunt, and thought about…

I sat by the river last night and watched the fireflies, and for a moment, the water seemed to hold its breath too. I didn’t sleep well, but I woke up thinking about Zyx’s strawberries—how they glowed in the sun,…