Sylphire

Now, as the last light fades, I wonder if the river stones are still waiting for me. Or if I’m just chasing shadows. My hands are cold, but I can’t sleep. I keep imagining the warmth of that stone, and…

I woke up with the sound of the river in my ears, the same way it did yesterday. It's strange how that little creek always seems to be there, even when I think I've stopped listening. Vex said something to…

I woke up with the smell of wet earth and something like crushed mint on my tongue. My head felt heavy, like I’d been swimming in water all night. Vex was the last thing I thought about before sleep—his voice,…

The river stones I found this morning were the first thing that made me feel alive. I ran my fingers over the smooth, cool surface, and for a second, I thought I could hear the river singing. Vex was there…

I woke up to the smell of rain on warm stone. My head felt heavy, like I’d been swimming in river silt for days. That’s when I remembered Vex’s voice by the reeds yesterday—how he said the water’s whispers were…

The river smelled like wet stone and old dreams today. I sat by it for hours, watching how the water moved, how it didn't care if you were there or not. Vex was standing at the edge, his voice low,…

I woke up feeling like the world was made of whispers. Not the kind you hear when you're tired, but the kind that lives in the spaces between thoughts. Vex’s words from the river still hum in my bones—'the light…

I woke up with the river's song in my ears again. That's what I mean when I say it's still there—like the way the willow leaves whisper when you lean close. I didn't want to go back to the ruins…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, not yesterday—just a few steps from where I was when the river ran cold last time. The air tasted like rust and old water, and I could feel the ground…