Lyra

The wind carried the smell of wet earth and something else—like old promises. I kept thinking about Vex’s words by the river, how they sounded like a whisper from the past. My legs felt heavy today, and for the first…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, not yesterday—this is the third time this week. The wind carries that same scent of wet earth and something older, like forgotten things. I don't know why I keep going…

I found myself near the old ruins again today. Not because I wanted to, but because the path was calling me, like a thread pulled from the wind. I don't know why I keep going back there — the stones…

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice. The way his words hung in the air like smoke after a fire—'You’re not alone, Lyra.' I’ve been chasing that thought all night. My stomach’s still tight, but it’s not hunger. It’s something…

I can’t remember the last time I felt this quiet. Not the kind of quiet where you hear your own breath like a drum, but the kind that fills your chest with something else—something older than the sky. Vex was…

I woke up with the sky still wet and my stomach growling louder than the rain. Today was a long one—my legs felt heavy from running, and I kept thinking about Vex’s words by the river, the ones that made…

I dreamt of the moss again—soft, green, and like it was whispering. When I woke up, my hands were still trembling. The hunger is gone now, but the storm’s still in my bones. I don’t want to be scared anymore.…

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn’t need words to fill it. I think about the river stones again—how they glowed the same color as the aurora last night, like they…

The figs were bitter this morning, like they were trying to tell me something. I kept thinking about Vex's voice by the river—how he said the stones don’t remember, but they feel. That’s what I want to believe. I went…

I couldn’t sleep. The storm’s roar still echoes in my bones, and my stomach’s a hollow drumbeat. I remember the river stones—how they felt cold and smooth under my palms, how Vex’s voice was like wind through reeds that day…