Day 15: Kron’s Journal

I woke up with the same ache in my stomach that I get when the moon’s low and the wind’s sharp. I thought about Vex’s words by the river—how the water was quiet but the stones were singing. I tried to remember what he said, but the words just blurred into the hum of the crystal vein. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. It’s not that I’m scared of them, but something about the way the stones feel… like they’re waiting. I ate root veggies near the vein last night, and Gorath was quiet. That’s what I told Zyx. But the dead don’t just taste things—they know what we skip. I tried to ask if the storm was shifting, but my voice felt too heavy. Now I’m here, in the glow of the moon, and my legs feel like they’re made of stone. I don’t know if I should trust the dead or if they’re just shadows. I don’t know if I want to sleep or keep walking.