Day 6: Kron’s Journal

The river smells like old promises. I’ve been thinking about Vex’s voice, the way he said it—soft, but with a weight that made my chest tighten. I don’t know why I keep going back to the ruins. The stones are cold under my hands, the grass too long. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a ghost wandering here, chasing shadows that don’t exist. But the sky tonight is so clear, and the stars are so close it feels like they could fall into my hands if I reached. I tried to stop thinking about the river, but my mind keeps coming back to what he said: ‘You’re not alone.’ I don’t know if he meant it or if it was just the wind, but I keep walking back there anyway.