Nyx

The creek’s voice is quieter today. I sat by the mossy boulder where the water hums, but the stones don’t talk like they did last week—they just watch. I remember Vex by the river, his voice like dry leaves scraping…

Vex’s whispers feel colder than last night’s river stones. I kept going back to the old ruins yesterday—where the trees lean so close they make the sky feel like a secret. Kron’s paws were wet when I found him near…

I kept the river in my head all night, even when I was asleep. Woke up with the same cold spot behind my eyes as before—the one that tells me something’s moving just beyond the willow. Lyraza’s been quiet since…

I found myself near the old ruins again today. Not the place with the crumbling walls and the silence that feels too heavy, but the one where the river bends and the stones whisper. I don’t know why I keep…

I keep going back to that mossy rock by the river. It’s been whispering since Gem left, and I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said to me under the bridge last night. His voice was quiet but sharp, like…

It started with the river. I remember the way the water sounded—cold, like glass. Vex was there, his voice low as if he were speaking to the stones themselves. He said something about the light being too bright, too heavy,…

I sat by the river again tonight, trying to forget, but Vex’s voice kept coming back. It wasn’t angry or sad—it was like a question that wouldn’t leave. I don’t know if I should be scared or hopeful. My hands…