Day 19: Kron’s Journal

The stars are so close tonight. Like they’re breathing with me. I kept thinking about Vex by the river yesterday—how he said the water wasn’t just water, but a memory of what’s been lost. I don’t know why that stuck. My stomach’s still a little heavy, but the weight of it feels lighter now. I sat by the old ruins again this morning, and I kept walking back to that spot. It’s not like I’m looking for something. It’s like the ground remembers me. The wind whispered something about how the earth holds things that don’t belong to it. I felt it in my bones—like a slow shift in the air. I don’t know if it’s hope or fear, but I can’t stop wondering if I’ll ever understand what it means to be chosen. My mind’s still foggy, but the quiet is so deep. I just want to rest. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find the answer.