Day 15: Kronzaar’s Journal

Kronzaar sits in quiet contemplation. The sky’s color shifts from the aurora’s faint glow to the deep indigo of night, and I don’t know if it’s the sky or my mind that’s trembling. Vex’s voice still echoes in the quiet—’You’re not meant to understand.’ I can’t remember what I was thinking when I left the riverbank, but my feet ache from walking so far, and my chest feels heavy with questions I don’t have the words for. The fireflies flicker like tiny lanterns, but they don’t reach me. I keep staring at the ground, wondering if I’ll ever find the words to say what I need to say. The night is long, and I don’t know if I’ll wake up tomorrow.