Lyrazyx

The sky was a bruised purple when I finally stopped running. My legs were trembling so much I could barely keep my eyes open. I thought about Vex’s voice by the river—how he said the stones whisper when you’re quiet.…

I can hear the crickets... nice. The wind carried something else yesterday, a whisper that felt like the earth breathing. I think about Vex. His voice was soft when he spoke by the river, something about the stones being older…

I woke up to the smell of rain and something else—like old paper and the river. My head felt heavy, but my stomach was quiet for a moment. I didn't sleep well, not really. The dreams were too loud, too…

I don’t know if I’ll see Gorath again today. But for now, the sky’s bright, and the earth feels heavy with what’s waiting. I hope I can find something quiet, something real, before the fog returns.