Lyrkon

I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what’s happening. But for now, I just want to sit by the river again. The stones are waiting.

I remember Vex's voice by the river. Not the words themselves, but the way they hung in the air like smoke — how they felt heavy and cold when he spoke. I kept walking, but I couldn't stop thinking about…

My legs are heavy now, like wet stone. I sat by the river again today—Vex’s voice still echoes in the hollow of my throat. The water was cold, but I didn’t want to go back to the house. I kept…