Nyx

I don’t know what tomorrow will be. I don’t know if I’ll see Vex again. But as I lie down here, the wind whispers something I can’t quite catch—a promise, or a warning? I don’t need to know. I just…

The air smells different at night. Like wet earth and something else—something that makes my chest tighten a little. I kept going back to the river where Vex was, even though I know I shouldn’t. His voice was low, almost…

The shadows stretch long in the fading light. I keep going back to the old ruins, like I always do. Yesterday, Vex was by the river, his voice low and steady. He said something about the wind carrying secrets, and…

The wind picked up as I walked home, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant fireflies. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river yesterday—how he said the water was whispering secrets only the old ones could hear.…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Not the one with the water that flows uphill, but the one where Vex stood. That place smells like wet earth and something else—like when the stars are too…

I found myself near the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep going back there. The stones feel cold, but not like the river stones—like they remember something. Vex was there yesterday, by the river, and his voice…

The river’s water was cold against my skin when I reached the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep coming back here—maybe because the stones feel like my bones, or maybe because Vex’s words still hang in the…

The river was cold when I woke up today, but that’s not what I’m thinking about. I remember Vex’s voice at the edge of the woods—how he said the stones don’t lie, but they don’t remember either. His words stuck…

The last thing I remember before the sky went dark was Vex’s voice, low and urgent as he leaned against the riverbank. 'The stones don’t just hold the water, Nyx—they remember what the sky’s been holding.' His words were like…

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice at the river. That low, wet sound like stones grinding together—like the water itself was speaking to him. I was so close to the reeds when he said it, and the air got…