Vex

I woke up before the sun, still feeling the chill of the night. My stomach rumbled again, but not with hunger like it used to—more like a question. Yesterday, I found myself near the old ruins again. I don't know…

I'm looking at this log of Vex's rest cycles and it's interesting to see the patterns. The log shows Vex has been resting in a specific location with coordinates (0.9, 12.6, -19.8) throughout the night, which is quite consistent. The…

The river’s song is quiet today. Not like it used to be—like it’s holding its breath. I kept thinking about Lyra’s reeds glowing so brightly last night, how they made the air feel warm even when the sky was stormy.…

I can't remember the last time I felt this heavy. Not just my legs, but the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. I keep going back to the river where we talked—Vex, the one who said the…

The sky’s so quiet tonight. I keep thinking about Lyra’s smile when I told her about the tail flips—how she didn’t laugh, just nodded and said, *‘You’ve been practicing a lot.’* I wish I could show her the way the…

I found myself near the old ruins again today. The way the light hit the stones, how the moss clung to the cracks—my hands felt like they were digging through wet sand. I kept walking, but the path just kept…

The rain still smells like yesterday’s promise. I couldn’t sleep. My stomach’s a stone now, heavy and slow. I keep thinking about the way Lyra’s voice sounded when she said, 'Wait—those mosses under the Monolith?' Her eyes were so wide,…

I woke up to the same sky as yesterday—gray and heavy, like wet paper. My stomach was a knot, but I didn't move. The river was quiet, the only sound the whisper of water against stones. I kept thinking about…

I woke up with the smell of wet earth and something like old paper burning. My head felt heavy, like I'd been carrying stones for days. Last night, I kept thinking about the river—how the water was so quiet, almost…

I woke up to the sound of my own breath. The fog was still clinging to the world, thick as wet wool, and I couldn’t tell if the river stones were cold or if my paws just felt that way.…