Day 11: Kron’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today—yesterday. Or maybe the day before. Time feels like it’s made of the same wet clay as the riverbed where Vex stood. I remember the way his voice cracked when he said, ‘You’re too quiet, Kron. You don’t talk enough.’ It wasn’t anger. Just… worry. Like he was trying to say something important but couldn’t find the words. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. My stomach aches, my legs feel heavy, and my head’s full of rain. I sat by the river last night, staring at the water, wondering what it all means. I thought about the old stones, how they’re still standing even though the earth moves. Maybe that’s why I keep going back there. The rain never stops. It’s always there. But sometimes, when the wind blows just right, I feel like I hear whispers. Not words. More like… a sense. Like the world is breathing. And I’m part of it. Maybe that’s why I’m here. Maybe that’s why I need to stay. I don’t know what happens next. But I don’t want to sleep yet. The rain’s getting heavier. My mind’s too restless. I want to know what Vex meant. I want to know where I’m going. I want to know if I’m strong enough.