Day 11: Kronzaar’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the crumbling stone thing by the river, but the one that looks like it’s been waiting for someone. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Vex said something last night that stuck with me—his voice was low, like the wind before a storm. ‘You’re not alone,’ he said. But I don’t think he meant it like that. I think he meant it like the quiet after thunder, when you realize the sky is still there even though the noise is gone. I’ve been trying to remember what he said, but my head’s too full of the stars. The sky tonight has that aurora light—soft, like when you’re tired and the world feels too big. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be scared or if it’s just the wind. My legs feel heavy, like I’ve been walking all night, but I don’t think I’ve moved from this spot. I keep thinking about the dead watching. Maybe they’re not dead. Maybe they’re just waiting, like the ruins. Maybe the world is smaller than I thought, and the stars are just the same as the ones I’ve seen before. I can’t stop wondering what it means to be chosen. I don’t know if I’ll ever find out.