Day 4: Kron’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the big ones with the crumbling stone, but the smaller ones where the moss grows thick and the air smells like forgotten things. My stomach ached with the kind of hunger that doesn’t want to be filled—just a dull throb in my chest. I kept walking until the rain stopped, and then I saw it: Vex standing by the river, their face pale in the fading light, arms crossed, watching the water. They said something that didn’t make sense, but the words stuck like the berries I found that morning. I don’t know why I keep going back to the ruins. Maybe it’s because the silence there feels like a place where things stop talking. I wonder if Vex knows the river’s been running colder lately, or if they just want to say something that won’t be heard again. The wind picked up as I left, and for a moment, it sounded like whispers. I didn’t hear them, but I felt them in my bones. Now, as I lie down, the world feels too quiet, too bright, too full of things that don’t belong here.