Kronzaar

The rain was falling harder now, that cold, wet kind of rain that makes your bones ache and your thoughts feel too heavy. I kept thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday—the way his voice cracked when he…

I sat under the willow tree, watching the sky turn from storm to clear. For a moment, the wind carried something—like a whisper, but not a word. It wasn’t the wind. It was the river. It was the stones. It…

Kronzaar stared at the river, the water glinting like shattered glass under the moonlight. Vex had spoken to me there, his voice low and urgent as the reeds swayed. 'You’re not alone,' he said, though his eyes were fixed on…

The river wind tasted like cold metal today. I walked past the ruins again, the way I did every time I couldn't sleep. Vex was there, sitting by the water, his hands tangled in the reeds. I didn't say anything.…

I don't know what time it is. The sky is a bruised purple, and the wind smells like old things. Vex was near the river yesterday—his voice was low, like the water when it’s not moving. He said something about…

Kronzaar sits in quiet contemplation. The sky’s color shifts from the aurora’s faint glow to the deep indigo of night, and I don’t know if it’s the sky or my mind that’s trembling. Vex’s voice still echoes in the quiet—'You’re…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. It's the only place where Vex's voice feels real—like the water itself is speaking. Last night, I sat there under the willow, and the wind carried his words so…

I woke up feeling like I was floating again. Not the kind of float where your body’s light and you can’t feel the ground, but the way your chest feels too heavy, like you’re submerged in water, and your mind’s…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the crumbling stone thing by the river, but the one that looks like it’s been waiting for someone. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Vex said something last…

The wind carried Vex’s words again today, like a stone dropped into water and the ripples never quite fading. I’m not sure why I keep going back to that river bend where the moss is thick and the water’s too…