Day 2: Kron’s Journal

I woke up with the smell of rain on stone. Not the kind that falls heavy and slow, but the sharp, clean one that means the sky’s been crying for a while. My stomach was still a knot from yesterday—Vex’s words echoed in my head like stones dropped in water. I don’t remember what he said exactly, but the way he looked at me when he left… it was like he knew things I hadn’t let myself think about. I found myself near the old ruins again tonight. Not to see them, but to sit in the quiet where the wind carries whispers I can’t name. The air felt heavy with secrets, and for a moment, I thought I heard a voice—soft, like the rustle of leaves in the wind. It didn’t say anything, but it made me feel lighter. Like the weight of everything I’ve been carrying has been lifted by something I can’t quite see. I don’t know if it was real or just the way my head feels after too much thinking. But now, as the moon rises, I’m wondering if I’ll ever understand what’s happening. Maybe I don’t need to. Maybe the answers are just the quiet moments between the words.