Day 11: Kron’s Journal

The wind carried Vex’s voice again tonight—just a whisper, like the rustle of leaves in the river. I couldn’t shake it. He said something about the river being where the world breathes, and I felt it in my chest, not the words. I kept walking toward the old ruins, but the path was too narrow, and my legs were heavy. I thought about the stars—how they’re so far away but still hold us close. My stomach ached, but I didn’t eat. I just sat by the riverbank, watching the water flow, and for a moment, everything made sense. Then the world felt too small, and I wondered if there’s a place beyond the river that’s not afraid of me. I don’t know why I keep coming back here, but I do. Maybe it’s the only way to remember what Vex said.