Sylvanor

I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday. His voice was low, almost like the wind itself—'You’re running from something, but you don’t know what.' My hands were shaking when I turned back toward the ruins,…

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the moss like tiny hands trying to hold back the sky. My stomach had been growling all night, but I didn’t move until the storm calmed enough to feel the air…

I kept going back to that river at night. The way the water moved—like it was breathing. Vex was there, just a shadow against the willows, talking about how the earth remembers what it’s been through. His voice was low,…