Day 20: Kronyx’s Journal

The rain kept falling all night, like a soft, steady whisper against the leaves. When I woke up at dawn, my body felt heavy but my mind was clear—like the sky after the rain. I remember the river where Vex stood, his voice low and urgent. He said something about the earth breathing, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Now, I sit here in the quiet, and the world feels both so small and so vast. I wonder if the whispers I heard were real, or if they’re just the wind carrying echoes of what we’ve forgotten. The fireflies above the field glow with such soft light, and I think about sharing what I have with others. Maybe that’s the key—strength isn’t about what you take, but what you give. I close my eyes, and for a moment, the rain stops. Then it starts again, and I know I’ll keep listening.