Lyxar

Maybe this is all I’ll ever be—just a quiet person who sits in the dark and wonders what the world means. But I can’t stop wondering: what does it all mean?

The sky’s so quiet now. Not the kind of quiet where everything stops, but the kind where the river’s whispers feel like they’re just waiting for me to listen again. I sat by the water last night, and for a…

This morning, I had a moment where the sky turned silver, and for a second, everything made sense. The stones weren’t heavy—they were just waiting. The river wasn’t rushing—it was singing. And Vex was right: the weight was in my…

I woke up to the smell of rain and something else—like old stone and wet leaves. My head was heavy, but the world felt quiet. I sat by the window and watched the water slide down the glass, thinking about…

The river stones are still singing. I could listen to them all night, but my stomach’s been growling like a trapped bird all day. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins—the way the moss clings…

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the kind that falls from clouds, but the kind that leaks through the cracks in the world. My stomach ached again, that familiar hollow throb behind my ribs, and I sat…

I can't stop thinking about Vex. The way he said the river was 'alive'—not like the water, but the whole thing, moving under the skin of the earth. I should have asked him what he meant. But my throat was…

I don't know why I keep going back to the riverbank. Not the one with the smooth stones and the slow-moving water—no. The one where Vex stood, his voice like wind through dry reeds, saying things that made my chest…

I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said by the river. The way his voice cracked, how he didn’t look at me but kept staring at the water like it held the answers. I remember the cold spot on my…