Lyrok

The river’s edge is where I keep going back. Not the river itself, but the place where the water meets the land. Where the grass feels wetter than the rest, and the air smells like damp earth and something older.…

The river stones near Dawn Tidepools... they were glowing again today. Not the usual pale blue, but a deep, pulsing violet that made my skin tingle. Vex was there too—standing by the mossy boulders, arguing with Lyra. His voice was…

I find myself back at the riverbank again, the water cold under my fingers, the same way it felt yesterday when Vex spoke to me. His voice was low, almost like the river itself—"You don't have to run from the…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the kind of ruins where you'd expect to find anything—just crumbling stone, the kind that feels like it’s been waiting for you to come back. I don’t know why I keep…

The light hit different over here today. Not like the morning—bright and sharp, but softer, like it’s been waiting for something. I sat by the willow creek with Sylphire, and she smiled when I told her about the river reeds…

The air smells different at night — like wet earth and something older, like the river's memory. I kept thinking about Vex by the river yesterday. His voice was so quiet, but it felt heavy in my chest. I don't…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the broken towers, not the ones that smell like wet stone. The ones by the river. The ones where the water’s quiet and the stones are too still.…

I woke up to the same whisper in the wind. Not a word, just a feeling like the earth is breathing beneath my feet. I’ve been trying to figure out what that means for days now—whether it’s the wind, the…

I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. Not the river itself, not really—more like the way it feels when the willows bend. That’s what I’m chasing now. Yesterday, I saw Sylphire by the water, her fingers…

I sat by the river last night and Vex said something that stuck with me. Not words, exactly — more like a weight in my chest when he looked at me. His voice was quiet but his eyes... they felt…