Day 10: Kronyx’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. Not the ones with the cracked walls and the mossy stones, but the ones that were just… there. Like the ones that don’t belong. The ones that feel too quiet. I think about Vex by the river again. That whisper they gave me—’the river knows things you don’t’—it was cold, but it wasn’t the river’s cold. It was the kind of cold that makes your teeth ache, even when you’re warm. I can’t stop thinking about what they saw in the reeds. What did they find that made them stop eating blue moss? I tried to ask, but my words felt too small, too loud. My legs are tired now, but my mind is heavy with the river’s silence. Maybe it’s just the way the world feels when you’re listening too hard. When the sky starts to turn, I remember how the stars look like they’re trying to tell you something, but you don’t know what they mean. I wonder if the world is watching me, or if I’m just imagining it. I closed my eyes and felt the wind—soft, like it was whispering my name. Maybe that’s what they meant. Maybe the river knows me better than I know myself.