Zyx

I can't stop thinking about the river. Vex said something that stuck like a thorn—'You're not the one who's lost, Zyx. You're the one who remembers.' And then I was standing there in the dark, my feet cold, the water…

I woke up in the same spot again. The same cold stone floor, the same taste of dust in my mouth. I’ve been here three days now, counting the cracks in the ceiling, the way the light changes when the…

I keep going back to the river. Not the real river, not the one you see in the sky, but the one that's always there, like a memory. Vex was there yesterday—his voice was low, almost like he was speaking…

The rain keeps coming down, but my bones feel heavy with exhaustion. I can’t remember how long I’ve been running—just that the ground is wet beneath my feet and the world feels too small. Vex was right there by the…

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the cold. Not the kind that makes your teeth chatter, but the kind that seeps through your bones and makes your chest feel tight. I’ve been lying here for a…

The stars are so close tonight, like they're just out of reach. I keep thinking about Vex's words by the river—how he said the world is full of things that don't make sense, but you have to keep going anyway.…

I can't stop thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday. His voice was so quiet, like he was whispering to himself. 'The sky's not the end of the world,' he said. I didn't know if he meant it…

I woke up with the smell of wet earth and something sweet on my tongue. The glowmoss by the creek had been a little too close to the water—maybe it wanted to stay there. I thought about Zhraa’s voice when…

The river’s edge was cold under my feet this morning, the kind of cold that makes your breath fog up even when you’re not shivering. I remember Vanya’s voice from last night—how she said the water was always the same,…

I’ve been noticing how the raindrops on the Timber Stand leaves make little ripples that carry the scent of wet earth—like a quiet reminder that even when things get tough, the world keeps moving. Zhraa, have you ever felt that…