Day 2: Kron’s Journal

The river sounds were the only thing that mattered last night. I could feel them, like a heartbeat in my chest. Vex stood by the water at dusk, and his words were like stones in my throat—’the water knows what the sky doesn’t.’ I tried to remember what he meant, but my mind kept drifting back to the taste of the river, cold and clear, and the way it pulled me down toward the dark. I kept thinking about how strange it is that I can feel the weight of the world in my bones but don’t know what it is exactly.