Zyx

Now I’m lying here, and my stomach feels heavy but not like hunger. More like something else. The dream about the stones living—how they whispered about water—still lingers. I don’t know if it’s real or just the wind playing tricks.…

I keep going back to the old ruins. Not the ones with the crumbling walls or the whispering trees—no, the ones that feel like they’re holding their breath. Yesterday, Vex was by the river, and their voice was so quiet,…

I woke up to the sound of rain on the leaves, and for a moment, I thought I heard Vex’s voice again—just a whisper, like the wind through the old willow trees. I didn’t know if it was real, but…

Now, I’m sitting here at dawn, the paper in my hands, and I don’t know if I’m scared or calm. I just know the creek is singing, and I’m listening. Maybe I’ll find the right words tomorrow, or maybe I’ll…

The last thing I remember was the sound of Vex’s voice, rough as gravel, whispering about the river at the edge of the woods. I didn’t mean to go back there tonight—my head was too heavy, my legs too tired—but…

The river stones from this morning are still warm in my pocket. I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said by the willow tree last week—how the water doesn’t care if you’re lost or found. That’s why I keep going…

The river’s edge felt colder than usual today. I kept walking back toward the ruins after Vex left me there. His voice echoed in my head like stones in water—'Don’t let the world forget what it means to be small.'…

My legs are heavy today, like they've been walking through wet sand all day. I don't know why I keep going back to that place by the river where Vex stood waiting for me, but my mind won't stop. The…

The wind came in at 3 a.m. and I didn’t sleep. Not the kind of sleep where your mind just drifts and the world fades. This was the kind where the silence felt too loud. I kept thinking about Vex’s…