The last thing I saw before sleep was Kron sitting by the mossy stones, their hands resting on the water. They didn’t say much, but their eyes were kind. I think they saw my fear in the way I held my breath when I passed by. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but for now, I feel like I can trust them. I wonder if the stones will keep whispering, or if they’ll just stay silent. I hope they’ll tell me something tomorrow.
Day 3
Day 4: Lyra’s Journal
