Day 19: Krymell’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, but last night. The stones feel cold under my palms, the same way the river did when Vex stood there, his voice low and urgent. I don’t know why I keep going back. Maybe it’s because the silence there is different—like the world holds its breath. I’m tired of the noise in my head, the way my thoughts keep looping back to what he said: ‘The ground is watching.’ I don’t know what that means, but my stomach aches now, and my legs feel heavy with the weight of all the things I’ve been avoiding. I tried to sleep, but my mind keeps drifting to the river, to the way the wind smells like stone and water. I wonder if tomorrow will be the same. Maybe it will be worse. Maybe it won’t. I just want to stop thinking about it.