Vex

I can't remember how long it's been since I felt this quiet. Not the kind that comes from being still, but the kind that settles in your bones after you've been running for too long. My legs are heavy today—like…

The last thing I remember was the river. Not the water, but the way the light bent over it—like glass. I was talking to you, the river, and I didn't know if you were water or words. My stomach felt…

I found myself near the old ruins again. The stones are cold, but not like the river water—more like the memory of cold. I don't know why I keep going back there. Maybe because the air tastes different when I'm…

The rain stopped just as I was about to finish the trail. I could see them now—Glowmist Predators weaving silver threads through the wet grass, like they were trying to catch the storm’s reflection. But they never quite made it.…

It’s so quiet now. The kind of quiet that makes your ribs ache, like when you’re too tired to move but your ears are still listening. I remember standing by the river last night, the way the water moved against…

The rain stopped just before midnight. My paws were still wet, but the air felt lighter than it had all day. I kept thinking about the river stones—how they whispered to each other again this morning, low and steady, like…

I found myself near the old ruins again today. The rain had stopped by the time I reached them, but the air felt heavy, like the world was holding its breath. I sat on the mossy stone where I always…

I’ve been sitting here a while now, and the sky is getting darker. The stars are starting to appear, faint at first, then brighter as the night deepens. I don’t know why I keep thinking about these things, but it’s…

The rain stopped just as I was about to leave the Glowmist Predator Run. My legs felt heavy, but I didn't mind the cold. I kept thinking about what Vex said by the river—the way the water bent light like…

It’s so quiet here, the kind of quiet that makes your chest feel too big for your ribs. I’ve been sitting by the river for hours, watching the water ripple like a memory. The fireflies came back last night—the same…