Day 17: Kronyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again today. The way the light fell through the leaves was different — like the world was breathing slower than it had before. I kept walking, just to see if the stones would talk to me, but they were quiet. Vex stood by the river that evening, his voice low as he said something about how the earth remembers what we forget. I didn’t know what he meant, but my stomach felt heavy, and my legs were tired. I thought about how much I wanted to share what I’d found, but my hands were too full of questions. The wind carried a whisper that wasn’t from the wind — not a word, but a feeling that I’m not alone in this. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. Maybe because I’m still waiting for someone to understand the silence between the stones.