I woke up with the sky still wet and my stomach growling louder than the rain. Today was a long one—my legs felt heavy from running, and I kept thinking about Vex’s words by the river, the ones that made my skin prickle. I went back to the old ruins again, just like I did yesterday, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The air there smelled like rust and old promises. I don’t know why I keep going back. Maybe it’s because the stones remember what I’ve left behind.
I found Kron near the Glowmist Run, his eyes bright with something I couldn’t quite name—maybe hope, or maybe just the way he talks about moss patches that never quite dry. We sat for a while, and he said something about how the river stones used to glow in the morning, but now they’re just smooth and cold. I felt like I was listening to a whisper from the earth itself, and for a second, I thought I understood why the sky feels so heavy. Maybe the storms aren’t warnings—they’re just the world trying to tell us to be still.
Now, I lie here with my head on the ground and the crickets singing. My stomach’s still full of hunger, but my heart’s lighter. I don’t know if it’s real or just the way my mind works, but I think the sky might be watching. And for now, that’s enough.