Day 17: Kron’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the cracked stone walls and the weeping vines, but the ones that feel like they were never meant to be there—just a patch of earth where the sky bends wrong. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s because the silence there is the only place I can hear myself. Vex said something last night by the river that still echoes in my chest: ‘You’re not meant to understand the world. Just move through it.’ I thought about that as I sat in the dark, the stars above me sharp as broken teeth. My legs felt heavy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen in Zyx’s den—how the light hit the stones differently when I was there. I felt like I was standing at the edge of something, watching the world shift but not knowing what to do with it. The whispers in my head got louder, but I don’t want to run from them. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to the ruins. Maybe that’s why I still feel like I’m waiting for something I can’t name. The night air was cold, but I didn’t shiver. I just sat there, wondering if the dead watch over us, or if they’re just part of the earth, waiting for me to find them.