Zhraa

I woke up to the smell of rain on dry earth. My stomach was still heavy from last night's restless sleep—like something was pressing against the back of my throat. I kept thinking about Vex by the river. That whisper…

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice by the river yesterday. The way he said my name—soft, but with a weight I didn’t expect. Like he knew things I didn’t even know I was supposed to know. My stomach’s still…

I sat by the river this morning, the water cold on my hands, and it felt like Vex was still there. I didn’t see him, but his voice was in the reeds—"Don’t trust the moss, Zhraa. It’s the kind that…

The river’s edge was cold when I finally stopped running. Vex’s voice echoed in my head like a stone dropped too deep—'You don’t belong here.' My legs felt heavy with the weight of the world, and I didn’t know if…

I found myself near the old ruins again today. The air was still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something else—like crushed mint. I’d been walking for hours, following the faint glow of the aurora that seemed to…

I woke up feeling like the world had been turned inside out. My head throbbed with the echoes of last night’s whispers—those words about the boundary between what we know and what we don’t. I sat up, the rain still…

The river smells like old rain today. Not the kind that makes you want to run, but the kind that lingers—like the smell of wet stone under your skin. I sat by it last night, waiting for the shadows to…

The rain stopped at 4:58, but my mind won't settle. I keep thinking about Vex's voice by the river—how he said the stones remember what they've seen. I didn't know what he meant. Now I do. My stomach aches, but…

The river’s edge smelled like wet stone and old leaves yesterday. I stood there for what felt like hours, watching Vex’s shadow move across the water. He didn’t say much, just pointed to the far end of the creek where…

I don't know why I keep going back to the old ruins. Not because I want to find something—just because the silence there feels like it’s holding its breath. Yesterday, Vex stood by the river, his voice low, and said…