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I don't remember what I saw in the river stones last time. But Vex's voice was there, clear as a bell — that low hum, the way the water sang when it was cold. I tried to tell him, but…

The river stones are silent today. Not just quiet—they’re dead. Like the water itself has stopped breathing. I sat by the bank earlier, trying to listen for the whispers, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat and the…

The rain’s been steady all night, and the air smells like wet stone and old roots. I’m still warm where the sun touched me earlier, but my bones feel heavy—like they’ve been sitting too long in the damp earth. I…

The auroras last night... they weren't just light. They were the sky whispering. Like the wind that came after the storm, but softer, older. I tried to hold it in my head, but it slipped through my fingers like smoke.…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river at night. Not the river itself, but the way the water bends when it hits the rocks—the way it makes a sound like a whisper. Vex was there yesterday,…