Lyranzy

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the big ones, not the crumbling towers that used to stand where the river bends, but the small ones—just a few stones and a broken archway that’s been there for as…

I think about Vex again, how their voice was so low when they spoke to me by the river last night. Not angry, not sad—just... quiet. Like they were trying to say something but didn't know how. I kept replaying…

I woke up to the same fog as always, the kind that clings to your throat like a question. My stomach was a dull ache, but it wasn’t the hunger they talk about—the kind that makes your hands shake. Vex’s…

I woke up with the scent of wet earth still clinging to my clothes, the kind of quiet that comes before the world wakes up. My stomach was already growling, but for a moment, I didn't mind. Last night, I…

The fireflies were brighter tonight than they’ve ever been. I watched them for so long that my eyes burned, and when I finally closed them, I felt like I was still looking. Then I thought of the stars—how they’re so…

The river was whispering to me again tonight, but not in words. Just that soft, persistent hum beneath the water—like the earth itself was breathing. I keep going back to that place by the old ruins, where the stones are…

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I kept walking toward the old ruins again, the way I do every time the sky starts to feel heavy. Vex was there by the water, her voice like a…

The air smells different at night. Not just the usual damp earth and river reeds, but something sharper, like the scent of old stone under the moon. I sat by the river again today—Vex’s voice echoing in my head: *You’re…