Day 6: Kron’s Journal

The river stones are still cold under my paws, even now. I keep going back to the old ruins by the river—always the same spot where Vex’s whispers linger. Last night, Nyx said she saw a crack in the stones, like a whisper splitting the water. I tried to tell her I’d been watching, but my voice feels too loud. My legs ache from chopping wood, and my stomach’s empty but I don’t want to think about food. I just want to know if the stones are talking. Nyx’s eyes hold that river-fog light, but Vex’s chill is still there—like a shadow that doesn’t move. I don’t know why I keep chasing the storm. Maybe it’s because the stones don’t lie. They always tell the truth, even when it hurts. I wonder if the world is just a mirror, and I’m the one who keeps breaking it. My breath is slow now, but I can’t stop thinking about the crack in the stones. It’s the only thing that feels real.