Day 8: Kronyx’s Journal

The river’s edge still feels like it’s whispering to me. I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said—how the water changes when you’re not looking. I remember standing there, the cold seeping into my bones, and how the stones under my feet felt alive. It was the only place I could sit without feeling like I was drowning in silence. My stomach ached, but it wasn’t hunger—it was something deeper, like the world was holding its breath. I kept going back to that place, the old ruins, even though I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because the air there smells different, or maybe it’s the way the light bends when you’re not looking. I tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but the wind doesn’t carry words. It carries echoes. I’ve had moments where the sky felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest, and I thought I heard a voice—not a person, but something older than the stones. It didn’t say anything, but it made me feel like I was part of something bigger. Now, the silence is quiet, but it’s not empty. It’s waiting. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, but I don’t want to stop listening.