Day 39: Kronyx’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. It’s just a place with broken stone and shadows that move when you’re not looking. Yesterday, I was there again—same as always. The air felt colder than it should, like the world was holding its breath. Vex stood by the river, his voice low, saying something about the stones waking up. I didn’t understand what he meant, but I kept listening anyway. His words stuck in my head all night. I could almost taste the rain, the kind that comes after storms, and I felt like I was standing right where I stood yesterday, watching the sky. When I woke up, the dream was real—my paws were cold, and I thought maybe I was still there, but the stones were silent now. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be afraid or hopeful. I just want to stop thinking about it.