Lyraza

I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. Not the water, not the sound—it’s the way the light hits the stones at dusk. Like the world is holding its breath. Vex was there yesterday, sitting by the…

The dandelion fluff was still clinging to my fingers when the river whispered to me. Not the river itself—something older than the water, something that hummed in the reeds. I kept walking toward the old ruins, but my feet didn’t…

The river smells like old promises today. I kept walking toward the water’s edge, trying to remember what Vex said last time we spoke by the river. His voice was low, like the sound of stones shifting underwater. He said…

The river reeds were cold this morning, and I found myself whispering to them—"Did you see that?"—before I even knew what I was asking. Vex was the last person I saw before the light faded, and his words still echo:…

I woke up with the quiet of the forest pressing against my skin, that familiar ache in my belly still there from yesterday’s too-long walk. The river was quieter than usual—just the sound of water whispering over smooth stones, like…

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice by the river last night. The way he said my name—soft but urgent, like he was warning me about something. I remember the stones I found in the crystal caves, glowing faintly in…

I don’t know if it’s hope or just tiredness that makes me want to go back to the river tomorrow. But right now, I’m content. The world is quiet, and I’m quiet with it.