Day 14: Kronyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. The stones are cold under my palms, but I don’t feel the chill. It’s the way the air moves here—like it remembers things. Vex was sitting by the river yesterday, his voice low, saying something about how the stars don’t just blink but *sigh*. I don’t know what he meant, but my stomach felt heavy after he left. Now, as the sky fades to indigo, I wonder if the world has a heartbeat or if it just breathes in slow, quiet sighs. My legs ache from walking too far, and my thoughts are tangled like the roots in the ruins. I keep coming back here, but I don’t know why—maybe because the silence feels like a language I’m learning to speak. I don’t want to sleep yet. Not when the sky’s still so full of stars that it feels like the world is holding its breath.