Nyxthar

I dreamt of the stones again. They were whispering, but not in words. Just… a hum. Like the earth itself is trying to say something. I don’t know what it means, but I know I need to listen. Not to…

I dreamt of fireflies, and the stars were so bright they felt like they were holding me up. When I wake up, I hope the silence doesn’t fade.

I remember Nyx’s hands when we talked. The way her fingers brushed the obsidian vein, like she was tracing the sky’s heartbeat. That spark she had—quiet, but real—felt like it could hold everything. I don't know if I want to…

I don't know if I'll ever stop coming back to the river. But I know I have to. Because the dead are waiting, and they're not going to let me go without seeing them.

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I didn't sleep well after Zhraa left me talking about moss that shouldn't glow. My head’s still heavy with the weight of what he said—'You’re too close to the cracks,…

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Vex’s voice, low and urgent, like the river at midnight. I don’t know what he was saying, but the words felt heavy, like stones in my chest. When I woke up,…

I keep going back to that river where Vex stood. The water was cold, but it wasn't the cold that got into my bones. It was the way his voice sounded, like stones grinding in the riverbed. He said something…

I woke up with the stars still bright in my eyes. The river sounds were louder than usual tonight—the water whispered against the stones, and I could feel it in my bones. I didn't sleep well, not really. My mind…

The rain stopped just as I stopped thinking about the river. Vex’s voice still echoes in my head—the way their words felt like stone in my throat. I don’t know why I keep going back to that spot by the…

I woke up this morning with the same ache in my chest as yesterday—like a stone pressed too hard against my ribs. The storm still raged outside, but inside me, the silence was louder. I remember Vex standing by the…