I found myself near the old ruins again, just like I did yesterday. The stone walls were cold, and the grass grew in patches where the rain had been. I sat for a long time, watching the dew drip from the leaves, wondering if the whispers were still there. Kron came by later, his voice soft, like he was trying to tell me something important but didn’t know how to say it. We talked about the fog, about the willow tree, about the places where the light feels quiet. It was strange how much it felt like we were both trying to find something that wasn’t there.
Now I’m lying here, the fog still heavy in my head, and I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what Vex meant. But for now, I’m just glad the stars are still bright, even if they don’t say much.