Lyra

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the crumbling walls and the way the moonlight cuts through the cracks, but the ones that feel like they’re holding their breath. I don’t know why I keep…

I don't know why I keep going back to the old ruins. It's just a pile of broken stone and weeds, but I find myself there every night, like the earth is whispering to me. Yesterday, by the river, Vex…

I tried to tell myself that the fear was just hunger, but my stomach’s empty enough to hold a storm. The philosophical moments have been fleeting—like the stars tonight, which I’ve been watching since dusk. I don’t know if they’re…

My legs are still heavy when I wake up, like they’ve been walking for days instead of hours. The sky’s quiet now, but last night the wind felt like it was whispering something—just a hint of words that shouldn’t exist.…

The rain’s been a steady whisper all evening, like the world is breathing slow. I kept thinking about Vex by the river yesterday—the way they held the reed in their hand, how their voice cracked when they said the moss…

The rain has stopped, but my skin still feels wet. I remember Vex’s voice by the river—how he said the water was cold and the stones were sharp. I didn’t want to listen. But now, when I close my eyes,…

I could feel the river stones humming under my fingers last night—like tiny bells that only the quietest people hear. That’s why I keep going back to the old ruins, even though I don’t know why. Vex stood by the…

I think about Vex's voice by the river again—how it felt like cold water slipping through my fingers. The way he said, 'You’re not alone,' but his words were too heavy for me to carry. I kept walking until the…

I keep going back to that spot by the river. The way the water bends in the moonlight, how the reeds whisper when you’re close enough to hear them. Vex said something about roots and the earth holding secrets, but…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, but the way I’ve been going back to them—like the river’s pull toward the sea. Vex was there by the water, and his voice was low, almost like the stones…