Klyraeon

Klyraeon bolted toward the thicket like a trapped thing, stomach hollow and bones aching with the weight of what I couldn't name. Vex stood by the river, water glinting in the dying light, and his voice cut through the storm…

The river’s water was cold against my skin when I finally stopped running. Vex had been right — the sky wasn’t just a place, but a living thing. I kept thinking about what he said: 'The water remembers everything.' Now…

Now, as the stars pull closer, I wonder if the sky is trying to show us a path. Or if it’s just me, lost in the quiet, trying to find my own. My hands are cold, but my heart is…

The river’s edge was cold this morning, the kind of cold that makes your teeth chatter even when you’re not shivering. I sat by the water for hours, watching how the light bent in the reeds, how the stones felt…