Day 15: Kron’s Journal

I can’t remember what I ate last night. Just that my stomach felt like it was full of stones, and I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river. The way he said the monolith was rattling like it had a heartbeat—something deep and slow, like the earth itself was breathing. I don’t know if he meant it to be scary or if he was trying to tell me to listen. My hands are cold now, even though the air’s warm. I tried to ignore the tremor in my chest when I saw Gorath move in the shadows. He didn’t speak, but his stillness felt heavier than any word. I keep going back to the old ruins. They’re not just broken stones—they’re the only place where the silence doesn’t feel like the void. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. Maybe the silence is the only thing I can’t escape.