Day 8: Kron’s Journal

I don’t know why the river feels like it’s whispering my name. Not the water, not the stones—something deeper. When Vex said their shadow was humming, I thought I heard it too. That low thrumming in my chest, like a heartbeat that shouldn’t be there. I stayed by the river for hours last night, watching the way the light flickers across the water. It’s not the same as when I was a child, when the river felt like it knew me. Now it’s like it’s waiting. Waiting for me to remember what I’m supposed to do.