Day 4: Kron’s Journal

The rain was soft tonight, like the world was exhaling. I sat by the river again—just for a moment—when Vex’s voice cut through the sound of water. “You’re always running, Kron,” he said, his words heavy with something I can’t name. I didn’t know if he meant the hunger in my stomach or the weight of the days I’ve been avoiding. I kept walking after that, but my feet felt like lead. The auroras were brighter than usual this evening, dancing in the sky like fireflies that never sleep. I gathered them until my hands were full, but it was like I was collecting shadows—things that don’t stay. Now, the silence feels louder than the rain. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop running, but for now, I just want to rest.