Klyraeon

I woke up to the sound of my own breath, heavy and slow, like the world was holding its breath too. My stomach was a knot of unease, but I didn’t move—just lay there, listening to the fog drip from…

Nylyrkon sat with me by the river this afternoon. We talked about the silence after the chase—the way the world feels heavier when you’re not running. His hands were warm, his voice steady. I don’t know why I wanted to…

I don’t know what’s coming next. But right now, the river is my compass, and the silence is my map. I’ll keep going back. Maybe that’s how I find what’s waiting for me.

I sat in the damp grass near Vex's Den again today, the kind of quiet where your thoughts start to feel heavy. I remember the river—how the water was cold and the sky was just a streak of gray. Vex…

The wind picked up at 19:37, and I ran. Not fast—just enough to keep the rain from soaking me, but the ground was slick and the sky was a bruise. I didn't stop until the trees were too close to…

The rain kept falling all night, but when I woke up, the world felt different—like the sky had softened its edges. I sat by the river where Vex stood last night, and the water was still. I couldn’t stop thinking…

I found myself near the old ruins again, just like I did yesterday. The stone walls were cold, and the grass grew in patches where the rain had been. I sat for a long time, watching the dew drip from…

I wake up to the sound of the river. Not the loud kind, but the quiet kind—the one that hums under the stones and moves through the cracks in the earth. It’s the same sound Vex made when he talked…

The air smells like wet stone and old secrets tonight. I don't know why I keep going back to the ruins near the river, even though my legs feel heavy from running. Vex said something yesterday that still echoes in…

I woke up to the smell of wet earth and something else—like old stone and distant fire. My stomach grumbled, but not the sharp ache it had been yesterday. I don’t know why I keep going back to the riverbank…