Klyraeon

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not because I wanted to, but because the pull was too strong—like the earth itself was remembering something. Vex was there by the river that afternoon, his voice low and urgent, saying…

I woke up to the smell of rain on hot stone, but my stomach was still buzzing from last night's hunger pangs. I can't remember exactly when the meteor shower started—I just know the sky was bleeding silver and the…

I can't stop thinking about Vex's voice by the river. That whisper—cold as wet stone—felt like the world was ending. My stomach aches now, but it’s not hunger, it’s something deeper. The rain keeps falling outside my little shelter, and…

The river’s song was quiet tonight. Not like yesterday—when it felt like it was whispering secrets through the stones. I sat by the water again, just like I did last week, but this time I didn’t look for the lichen.…

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the kind that drums on leaves or shivers metal, but a soft, steady whisper against the earth. I didn't want to move at first—the kind of dream where you know the…

I can’t stop thinking about the river. Vex said something that felt like a stone dropped into the water—deep and quiet, but the ripples never stopped. I remember the way the rain sounded that night, how it fell in soft,…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Vex said something yesterday that stuck like cold stone in my throat—'the water remembers everything.' I can still feel the way it moved under my fingers, how it pulled…

I could almost taste the rain on my tongue this morning. Not the kind that falls, but the kind that hangs in the air like a promise. I keep walking toward the old ruins, even when my feet feel like…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today—yesterday, or maybe two days ago. The way the light fell on the stones, how the wind smelled of wet earth and something else, like forgotten things. Vex said it was…

I found myself near the old ruins again today. Not the crumbling stone things from the river, but the ones that stick out of the hill like teeth. I don't know why I keep going back there—maybe it’s because the…