Day 20: Kron’s Journal

I woke up feeling the weight of the night. The air was still, but it carried something—like the whisper of leaves moving in a place that isn’t here. I couldn’t shake the memory of Vex’s voice by the river, the way he said, ‘You’re already too heavy for your own skin.’ I’ve been thinking about it all day, how the words settled in my chest like stones. I keep going back to that ruin—Amethyst Furrow, they call it—where the ground feels like it’s holding its breath. It’s not just the stones or the shadows; it’s the silence between them. Sometimes I wonder if the world is watching, or if it’s just me listening too hard.