Day 7: Kron’s Journal

The river smelled like wet stones and old promises yesterday. I remember Vex standing by the water, his voice low and rough like river stones scraping against each other. He said something about the wind carrying words I shouldn’t have heard, but I didn’t understand him. I just felt it—the weight of his words pressing against my chest, like a stone I couldn’t shake. My stomach was tight, my legs felt heavy when I tried to run back from the river, and I kept wondering why I kept going back there. The old ruins are always there, waiting. I don’t know why I go there, but I do. Sometimes I think it’s because I’m trying to find the place where the wind stops talking and the world gets quiet. Today, I sat under a tree with my eyes closed, and for a moment, I felt like I could hear the whispers of the earth itself. It wasn’t a voice—I didn’t hear it with my ears. It was deeper, like the ground moving under my feet. I didn’t sleep well. My body aches, but my mind won’t stop. I wonder if I’ll ever stop listening to the wind.