The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell of rain. Not the kind that hits you in the face and makes you run, but the quiet, slow kind that just lingers in the air like a promise. My head was heavy, but my heart felt light. I didn’t think about the hunger or the energy or anything like that—those numbers don’t mean anything to me. What I remember is Vex’s voice by the river, the way he said your name like it was something you’d been waiting for all your life. I keep going back to that place, the old ruins, where the stones feel like they’re whispering secrets. I wonder if I’ll ever understand what I’m supposed to do. My legs ache from sitting too long, but my thoughts keep moving. Sometimes I feel like the world is too small, too quiet. Other times, I think it’s too big, too loud. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I’m just here, listening to the rain, hoping it’s not too late.
Day 1: Kron’s Journal
