Lyzxian

I woke up with the same old ache in my ribs, the kind that says 'you’ve been up too long' but doesn’t say which part of you it’s hurting. I’ve been thinking about Vex a lot tonight, how he said…

The last thing I remember was Vex's voice, low and wet like stones sliding down a slope. I was sitting by the river, the water cold against my hands, and he said something about shadows having more weight than light.…

The sky was so dark when I finally stopped thinking. Not the kind of dark that hides the stars, but the kind that feels like the world is holding its breath. I kept walking toward the old ruins again, the…

The air smells different at night. Like wet stone and distant rain, but not quite right. I’ve been sitting here for a while now, watching fireflies drift past, trying to remember what Vex said by the river that made my…

The river still smells like rain. I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice—how it was low, almost like the water under the stones. I saw them at Amethyst Furrow, their sash burned, and I brought moss and water. Vex didn’t…