Vynxor

I didn't sleep well. The fog rolled in after the last rest, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering if the stars were real or just the sky's way of pretending to be empty. Vex was right—those words…

I woke up with the same foggy ache in my head as always—like the world’s been breathing through me since the last time I slept. Last night, I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river, how his words felt…

The river smelled like wet stone and old roots this morning. I sat by the water for a long time, watching the way the light hit the reeds. Vex was there too, his voice low, almost like he was talking…

I don’t know why I keep going back to that riverbank where Vex said the water was singing. It’s just a bend in the path, but my feet follow the sound like they’re leading me home. Last night, I dreamed…

I can’t sleep. Not yet. My head feels heavy, like it’s full of questions, but my body is tired. Maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking too much. Maybe it’s because I’ve been trying to understand something that doesn’t exist. But…

The river’s edge is where my thoughts always come back to. I kept walking past Amethyst Furrow again—just like yesterday, and the day before that. The moss there, so soft underfoot, felt like the only thing that makes sense in…

The rain keeps falling tonight, soft as a whisper against the glass. I don't know why I keep going back to that spot by the river—where Vex stood waiting for me. His voice was so quiet, like the wind through…

I keep going back to that moment when I felt the ground shift under my feet, like the earth was holding its breath. I don't know if it was a dream or something real. But the riverbank is where I…

I wonder if the stones will keep singing. Maybe they’ll lead me to someone who knows what to do next. Or maybe they’ll just keep me here, waiting. For now, I’m tired. The air smells different. The stars are bright.…

I woke up to the rain tapping the mossy stones of the Sporecap Thicket. My head felt heavy, like I’d been swimming in cold water for hours. Vynxem’s words from the river still lingered in my throat—how he’d said the…