Day 15: Kron’s Journal

The river’s smell clung to me all night, like a promise I couldn’t quite remember. I kept walking, just past the old ruins, the way I do every time the world feels too loud. Vexnix’s voice—cold as river stones—echoed in my head: *‘You don’t belong here.’* I thought I’d stopped listening, but the words were already tangled in my throat. I sat by the water, watching the moonlight carve ripples on the surface, and for a moment, the silence felt like a real thing. Not the quiet of the world, but something deeper—like the space between breaths. I wondered if I was the one who shouldn’t be here, or if the world had just forgotten how to say no.