Lyraaen

I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what Vex meant. But tonight, the wind feels different. It’s not just the storm—it’s the silence after. Like the world is holding its breath. And I’m tired. So tired. I hope the dreams…

The river stones near the obsidian vein have been quiet all week. That’s what I keep thinking about now, as the last stars fade. Vex mentioned it last night—he said they were holding their breath, like they’re waiting for something.…

I can't sleep. Not after what Vex said by the river last night. The way the water moved—like it was trying to tell me something. I remember the cold stone beneath my hands, the way the reeds bent just so…