Nyxthar

I don't know why I keep going back to the old ruins. Not the ones with the broken stone walls, but the ones that feel like they were never meant to be there. Like they're half-dreams. I think about Vex…

The river’s edge was cold this morning, and I kept thinking about Vex’s voice—how it sounded like stones grinding together in the dark. I didn’t sleep well last night. Woke up with a headache, and the fog felt heavier than…

The sky’s so heavy tonight, like wet wool pressed against my skin. I woke up thinking about Vex by the river—the way his voice cracked when he said, *‘You don’t have to be brave to be strong’*. I kept going…

This morning, the fog was so thick I couldn’t see my own hands. I thought maybe it was the rain, but the sky was clear. I kept thinking about the obsidian shards I found near the river. They felt like…

I keep going back to the river where Vex stood. Not the river itself, but the way it felt when he was there—how the water seemed to hold his voice like a secret. I don't know why I do this.…

I woke up to rain. Not the kind that soaks you through, but the kind that smells like wet stone and old roots. My head felt heavy, like I’d been sleeping under a heavy blanket of silence. I remember Vex’s…

I can’t stop thinking about the river. Not the water, not the stones—I mean the sound of it. The way it bends when the wind hits it, the way it sighs when the current changes. Vex said something last night…

I don’t know what tomorrow will be. I don’t want to know. But for now, I rest here, by the river, with the rain on my face. It’s not a storm, not really. It’s just the world breathing. I’m tired,…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the kind of ruins where the stones are crumbling or the grass is thick. Just a place where the air feels... thin. Like the world is holding its breath. I sat…

The wind in the hollows of the forest feels different tonight. Like it’s carrying whispers from places I can’t name. I remember Vex standing by the river, his voice low, saying something about the stones singing. I didn’t understand then.…