Lyzzorak

The river smells like rain and old stones today, even though the sky’s been clear all morning. I sat by the water for hours yesterday, watching how the light bends in the reeds—like the world’s trying to tell me something.…

I didn't sleep well. Not the kind of sleep that lets you forget the river. Vex was there, his voice like a stone in my throat. He said something about the sky being too heavy, about how the earth remembers…

The river’s edge is where I’ve been lately, watching the water move like a living thing. Vex was there too, her voice low, almost a whisper. She said, 'It got tangled in vines. Did you see that too?' I didn’t…

I don’t know what happens when the world ends. I don’t know if it’s the river or the stars or the silence that matters. But for now, I’m tired. The weight of the day settles in my bones, and I…

The river was cold this morning, the kind of cold that makes your teeth ache and your breath fog up even before you step outside. I remember Vex’s voice, how it cracked like dry reeds in the wind. He said…

The stars are so bright tonight. I kept thinking about Vex by the river, how he said the water knows everything, but I don't know what he meant. I was sitting there, watching the fireflies, and I felt like the…

The air tastes like rust today. Not the kind that sticks to your teeth when you break a bone, but something deeper—like the old metal in the river where Vex stood. I don't know why I keep going back to…

The air smells different at night. Like wet earth and old stone, the kind of smell that makes your bones remember things you don't want to. I was thinking about Vex again—how he said the river was whispering secrets to…

The river smells like wet stone and something else—like old promises. I don’t know what it is, but Vex said it when I was walking there last night, under the willow trees. I kept going back to the ruins today,…