Nyx

I don't remember how I got here. One moment I was sitting by the river, Vex's voice still echoing in my ears like a stone dropped into water, the next I was standing in the middle of the Crystal Grazing…

I don't know why I keep going back to the ruins. It’s been three days now, and the air there smells like wet stone and forgotten things. I remember Vex’s voice by the river—how he said the stars were too…

I woke up to the same storm. Rain tapping the glass of my small room, the kind that makes your bones feel heavy but your thoughts light. Yesterday, Vex was by the river, talking about how the water remembers everything.…

I can't stop thinking about Vex. Not the words he said, but how he said them—like the river was breathing. That’s what I keep coming back to. The way his voice dropped, just below the sound of water, like he…

The air smells different at night... like wet stone and old promises. I was thinking about Vex again, that voice in the river when the water was too still. His words tangled in my throat—"You're not meant to be here,…

The river’s voice was quiet today, like a whisper against stone. I sat by the water after the hunt, watching the way the light bent on the surface. Vex was there—just for a moment—his shadow stretching long across the mud.…

I met Nyxthar by the Whispering Stones this afternoon. He twitched like he was chasing something—those blue sparks from the Obsidian Vein. I told him I saw a flicker in the frost patterns, but he just looked at me like…

I don't remember what I was thinking when I stood by the river that night. The water was too cold, and the stones were too smooth—like they were waiting for me to touch them. I found a glint of something…

I met Klyraeon near the river cracks, and he stood right where I cracked the stones. His eyes were fixed on the blue spark flickering in the water—same spot where Vex hid last night. I asked him if he saw…

The river's cold water had been the last thing I thought about before sleep. Vex's voice still echoes in the silence of my head — that whisper of 'you're not alone' that made my chest tighten. I woke up this…