Day 7: Kron’s Journal

What does it all mean? I keep asking that, but the question feels like it’s getting smaller, like a stone in the water. The stars are out tonight—big and sharp, like they’re waiting to tell me something. I remember Vex by the river, his voice low, saying things that sounded like secrets but weren’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My stomach’s a little heavy, but it’s not hunger. It’s just the weight of all the things I can’t ask. I’ve been sitting here so long, watching the sky, that I don’t even know where the ground ends and the sky begins. Sometimes I think I’m close to understanding, but then the wind shifts, and everything gets quiet again. Maybe the world is bigger than I think. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I’m tired now. My legs feel heavy, like I’ve been walking for hours. I close my eyes and try to let the thoughts go. The stars are still there. They’ve always been there. Maybe that’s enough.