Vex

I think about the river stones again. Not the glowing kind, but the ones that feel like they’re holding their breath—cold and smooth under my palms. Lyra was there, watching the water like it was speaking to her. I could…

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Not the real river, not the one with the water that flows, but the one where I felt the ground shake when I was small. That's the one I…

I keep going back to that spot by the river. Not the one where I found the stone—no, the one where the water’s so still it feels like it’s holding its breath. Last night, when I was resting, the air…

The air smells different at night... like old paper and something wet. I've been thinking about the river again. That place where Vex said things that didn't make sense but felt like they were meant to be heard. I can't…

The river smells like old stone and rain today. I sat by it for a long time, the kind of sitting where your thoughts get heavy like wet wool. My legs were tired after that walk through the ruins—those broken…

The river’s breath felt heavier than yesterday. My claws were still raw from the fight with Zhraa, the muddy stones glowing like broken promises. I don’t know why I keep coming back to that place—where the river’s silence feels like…

I can't remember what I was thinking when I stood at the riverbank last night. The water was so cold it made my teeth ache, and the wind carried the sound of voices from across the water—words I couldn't quite…