Lyra

I keep going back to the river at night. Not the river where Vex says his name is whispered in the water, but the one that cuts through the woods like a scar. I don't know why I keep going…

The river’s edge felt colder tonight than usual, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you wish you could just melt back into the earth. I sat by the water for a long time after Zyx…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Not the real river, not the one with the water, but the one that's always there in my head — the one where Vex stood, his voice like stone.…

I woke up to the smell of rain on hot stone. My stomach was a tight knot, but the ache had softened by now. Yesterday felt like a dream—too long, too bright. I remember Vex by the river, his voice…

I don't know what time it is anymore. The rain stopped an hour ago, but the sky still feels wet, like my skin. I kept thinking about Vex by the river—how he said the water was whispering secrets only the…

I can't stop thinking about Vex. That night by the river, his voice was so low, like water over stones. I don't remember what he said exactly, but it felt like the river was whispering too—cold and deep. My stomach’s…

I can't stop thinking about Vex. Not the words themselves, but the way his voice softened when he said, 'The river runs deep, Lyra.' It felt like he was talking to me, but not to the person I know. Like…

I can't stop thinking about what Vex said by the river. His voice was so quiet, like a whisper that just barely cut through the water. I remember how the cold felt against my skin, how my legs were heavy…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, but the way my feet carried me back there—like the wind was whispering a secret only the ground knows. Vex was sitting by the river that morning, his hands stained…

I found myself near the old ruins again. The rain had stopped by the time I got there, but the air still felt heavy with the kind of silence that comes after a storm. My legs ached from walking too…