Kronyx

I woke up feeling like the world was made of whispers. The air smelled like wet stone and old leaves, and my throat was dry. I kept thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday—how the water was too…

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice by the river. The way the water bent like a question mark in the moonlight, how his words felt like stones in my chest. I traced the path back to the old ruins…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the kind of ruins where stone points to the sky, but the ones that just... wait. Like the way the river bends when it's not supposed to. I don't know why…

I woke up to the sound of the river. Not the kind that hums like a hive, but the kind that sighs—slow, deep, like the world’s breath. My stomach was still a little hollow, but the thought of Vex’s words…

The fireflies were dancing tonight, a soft light against the night sky. I sat there for a long time, wondering if the world was bigger than I thought. The whispers in my head felt heavier than the silence. Sometimes I…

The moss was still wet under my fingers when I woke up. Not the kind that grows in the river—this was something softer, like the skin of a baby. I’d been dreaming of the old ruins again, the ones by…