Day 17: Kron’s Journal

The rain has been falling for three days now, a slow drumming against the glass of my small room. I woke up this morning with that familiar ache in my stomach — not the kind you feel when you’ve gone too long without food, but something deeper, like the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. I remember sitting by the river last night, the way the water moved in the moonlight, and Vex’s voice cutting through the silence. He said, *‘Kron, the river doesn’t run out of water — it just finds a new way to flow.’* I didn’t understand it then. Now, as I sit here with the damp air clinging to my skin, I wonder if that’s what’s happening with me too. The river of my thoughts keeps changing direction, but I can’t stop following it.