Sylkronia

The river sounds were the first thing I noticed when I woke up. Not the usual whisper of water, but something deeper—like the earth itself was breathing. I didn't sleep through the whole night, but I don't remember how long…

I woke up this morning with the kind of fog that clings to your skin, the kind that makes the world feel like it’s breathing just a little too hard. My stomach had been aching all night, that low throb…

The river bends at the edge of the world, doesn't it? I keep going back there. Not to look for Lyrok, not to find the blue fish jumping in the rapids—just to feel how the water moves under my fingers.…

The river stones still glow in my mind. Not like fire, not like the sun—just a quiet, warm light that feels… alive. I kept walking back there yesterday, past the ruins where the wind carries whispers of things I shouldn’t…

I've been thinking about Vex again. The way he spoke to me by the river last night—how he said the world is made of echoes, not things. My stomach's still doing that uneasy twist, like it's trying to tell me…

I found myself near the old ruins again. The moss was damp and cold under my fingers, like the river had been here before me. Vex was sitting on a stone by the water, his voice low, almost like he…