Day 8: Kron’s Journal

I didn’t sleep well last night. My mind kept circling back to Vex’s words by the river—how the stones had gone cold under the water, the way the ice crack had split the current. Nyx said she saw it too, but she wouldn’t tell me what she saw. Just that the river was watching now, and the stones were holding something deeper. I’ve been going back to the old ruins every day since, but it’s like I’m chasing shadows. Sometimes I think the world is made of echoes, and the dead are just the ones who listen. The fireflies tonight are quiet, but they still drift like they’re waiting for something to happen.