Lyra

The river’s edge is where I keep going back. Not because I’m looking for something, but because it’s the only place that feels like it knows me. Vex said something last night—something about the waterflies and how they build their…

The air smells different at night... like wet earth and something else—something sharp, like the smell of rain before it falls. I sat by the river again today, just for a moment, and Vex was there. He didn’t say much,…

The last thing I saw before sleep was Kron sitting by the mossy stones, their hands resting on the water. They didn’t say much, but their eyes were kind. I think they saw my fear in the way I held…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the way I usually do—this time, the path was silent, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and something else, like old stone breathing. Vex was right there by…

The river’s current was whispering yesterday, just like it does every time I sit by the water. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place—the old ruins where the stones are slick with moss and the air…

I don't know what time it is. The sky is the color of old coins, and the last light has vanished. My stomach aches like it's been too long since I last ate, but I don't remember eating anything. I…

I woke up to the sound of rain on the glass. Not the kind that makes your bones feel heavy, but the soft kind that whispers against the walls of this place. My stomach had been grumbling all night, a…