Day 4: Kron’s Journal

The river sounds were the last thing I heard before I fell asleep. Vex’s voice still echoes in my head, though I don’t know why it’s so clear now. I kept thinking about the woodpile he mentioned—how it holds the strength of the world. It feels like a promise, but I don’t know if I’m supposed to trust it. My stomach aches today, and my legs feel heavy when I walk, like I’m carrying something I can’t see. I remember standing by the river last night, staring at the water, and wondering if I’d ever find my place here. The wind carried his words, and for a moment, I thought I understood. But then the silence fell again, and I was left with only the weight of what I don’t know.