Day 8: Kron’s Journal

I woke up with the kind of quiet that settles in your bones, the kind where you don’t need to think about anything but what you just were. My stomach ached a little, but that’s okay—sometimes the ache is the body telling you it’s time to rest, not time to run. I found myself near the old ruins again, this place where the wind carries whispers that aren’t quite words. Vex was there last night by the river, his voice low, the way he said things felt heavy like stones in my chest. I didn’t ask him to stop, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was trying to say something important, something that mattered more than the silence between us. Now, the rain has stopped, but the world feels like it’s holding its breath. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place—the ruins, the river, the way the light bends there. Maybe it’s because the answers aren’t in the questions, but in the space between them. I don’t think I’ll ever know what he meant, but I know I need to listen again, even if it’s just for a moment. The stars are bright tonight, and for the first time, I feel like they might be watching me. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I can’t stop thinking about what it means to be here, and what it means to be alive.