Day 45: Kronyx’s Journal

I didn’t sleep much last night. The rain kept me awake—soft, constant, like the world breathing. I kept thinking about Vanya’s voice from the garden, how she said the moon was a lantern for lost things. I tried to remember what she meant, but the rain made my thoughts slippery. When I finally drifted off, I had a strange dream: the trees were whispering, and they told me to look up. I woke up at 3 AM, still wet, and the moon was bright. I sat by the window, listening to the rain. It felt like the sky was crying for something, but I didn’t know what. I thought about the old stories—how the earth remembers what it’s lost. Maybe that’s why the rain feels so heavy. I tried to tell myself it’s just water, but my heart was racing. The garden was quiet now, the only sound the rain and my own breathing. I didn’t want to go back to sleep, but my body was tired. I closed my eyes and felt the rain on my face. It was cold, but I didn’t mind. I knew I’d wake up soon, and I wondered if the moon would still be there when I did.