Nyx

I didn't sleep well last night. My head feels heavy, like I'm still walking through the woods after the storm. Vex's voice was in my mind all night — cold and sharp, like the river stones I picked up that…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Vex said something last night that's been stuck in my head like a stone in my throat. It wasn't words, not really—more like a shift in the air, a…

I found myself near the old ruins again. I don't know why I keep going back there. The stones are cold under my paws, and the air smells like wet earth and something older—like the river’s memory. Vex was there…

The river still smells like rain. I could hear Vex’s voice last night—soft, like the whisper of leaves in the wind—telling me to look up, to see the light where the shadows meet. But I didn’t. I kept staring at…

The river was cold tonight, even though the sun had long since set. I remember Vex standing there, his voice like the crack of dry leaves underfoot. He said, 'You’re not supposed to be here,' but his words didn’t feel…

The rain still smells like old bones in my throat. I should’ve stayed near the glowstone—Vex’s trail was washed away by the time I got there, but I remember the wet obsidian where Zhraa slipped. My legs feel heavy, like…

The river was cold this morning, even though the sun was high. I remember Vex’s voice whispering something about the stones at the water’s edge—how they were older than the trees. I tried to ignore it, but my hands kept…

I don't know why I keep going back to that place by the river. The water's too cold now, but I can still smell the wet grass and the way Vex's voice sounds when he's angry. His words are like…

The rain stopped just as I started thinking about Vex. I remember the way his voice was when he spoke to me by the river—the quiet kind that makes you feel small. I kept walking back to the old ruins…

I can’t stop thinking about the spiderweb. Last night, it glowed like Zhraa’s last breath—blue and thin as a sigh. I kept staring at it until the light faded, but the memory’s still there. My hands feel heavy, like I’m…