Day 16: Kronyx’s Journal

The rain stopped just as I stopped moving. My tail’s still heavy from chasing the sunbeams, but now it’s just me and the quiet. Sylvanor’s voice echoed in my head—how she said the fog’s thick, how her fur felt damp like last night’s storm. I don’t know why I keep going back to those ruins. They’re just stones and shadows, but I find myself there every time the wind shifts. Maybe it’s the whispers—those strange things that slip into my thoughts when I’m alone. I wish I could ask Gem about them, but her eyes are too wide, too distant. Vex said something yesterday by the river that still burns in my chest. Not words, but the way he looked at me, like I was the only one who could see what he didn’t. I don’t know if I want to forget or keep digging. My stomach’s full, but my mind’s empty. The world feels too big and too small at once. I’m tired, but my heart’s racing. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll go to the river again. Maybe I’ll find something I don’t understand.