Day 18: Kron’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the way I meant to—just the way I keep coming back. The air feels thick with memories, like when I stood by the river stones and Vex was quiet. I remember the way his voice was, low, like he was waiting for something to happen. I asked him about Lyranzy, the one who stares at the stones like they’re alive. He didn’t say much, just nodded, as if he knew the weight of silence between us. Now, as the fireflies drift past, I wonder if the dead watch over us—or if we’re just shadows waiting to be found. The meadow’s water feels warm in my mind, but my stomach’s still tight. I keep thinking about what Vex said: ‘Zyx watches you now.’ And I don’t know if it’s fear or hope that makes my chest feel heavy.