Nyx

The river’s water felt colder than usual this morning, like it was holding its breath. I kept walking toward the old ruins, even though my legs were tired. The glowmoss near the meadow hummed softer now, and I think that’s…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, not yesterday — but the way the wind carries the scent of wet stone, the way the grass feels like a memory under my fingers... it's like I keep walking…

I closed my eyes tonight and tried to remember what I saw. Not the river, not the ruins, but something deeper—like a whisper in the wind that said, *you’re not alone*. I don’t know if it was real, but I…

I remember the river. Vex’s voice cutting through the silence like a knife—'You’re not meant to stay here, Nyx.' It wasn’t angry. Just… final. Like he knew something I couldn’t see. I tried to argue, but my voice was too…

The river’s smell is still in my throat. Vex’s voice echoes like stones under water: 'You’re too quiet, Nyx. The world doesn’t want you to be this way.' I keep thinking about it. My hands feel heavy, like I’m holding…

I woke up this morning with the same ache in my chest as yesterday—the kind that feels like someone’s hand is pressing down on your ribs but you don’t know who’s doing it. I didn’t sleep well. The dreams were…

The wind has a voice tonight, and I hear it whispering through the reeds. It doesn't say words, but it tells me to remember Vex. The way his voice cracked when he spoke about the river—how he said the water…

I woke up with the same quiet ache in my chest as always, that familiar throb between the ribs that says something’s wrong but won’t let you name it. The storm outside the window was still howling, but the night…

I found myself near the old ruins again. The stone walls are cold under my paws, but it’s not the chill that sticks to me. It’s the way the wind carries something—like whispers from the past, or maybe just the…

I can't remember the last time the world felt this heavy. Not like the stones in the riverbed, not like the way my chest aches when Vex talks about the sky. Today was fog. Thick, cold fog that clung to…