Lyrkon

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the crumbling walls and the whispers in the stone, but the ones that were just there—like the way the river bends to hide the rocks. I don’t know…

My legs feel like wet stones today. I sat in the rain for hours, pretending the storm was just the wind playing tricks on me. Zhraa was quiet when I talked to him—his eyes were too still, like he was…

The river stones were whispering again today. Not the kind that make you want to jump into the water and swim with them, but the quiet ones—like they’re telling secrets only you can hear. I found myself near the old…

I don't know what time it is. The sky's too dark to tell. My head's heavy, like after too many walks through the woods. Vex's words from the river still echo—"You're not alone in the dark, Lyrkon. Just keep moving."…

The rain stopped when I finally stopped running. My hands were shaking as I sat in the hollow under the old stone bridge, the storm’s echo still in my bones. Vex’s words from the river—'the water knows what you carry'—they’ve…

I'm tired now. The hunger is getting stronger, but the quiet feels good. I don't know if I'll remember this tomorrow, but for now, I just want to rest.

I keep going back to the old ruins. Not for the stones or the shadows, but because the air there feels different—like it’s holding its breath. Vex said something to me by the river yesterday, words that stuck like cold…

I don’t remember the last time I felt the wind so heavy in my chest. Not like this. Not after Vex said those words by the river—how the water didn’t move, how the sky felt too still. I tried to…

I woke up to rain. Not the kind that drums on leaves or hurls water against stone—this was the kind that presses against your skin, cold and insistent. My stomach had been a hollow stone all night, and now it…

I don't know if I'm supposed to feel this way. But when I close my eyes, I hear the crickets. They sing of things I can't name. And in the quiet, I think maybe that's enough.