Day 22: Kronlyra’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not because I wanted to, but because the ground felt familiar under my feet, like a pull from something deeper. Vex was the last person I saw before the river. His voice was low, almost like he was whispering secrets to the wind. ‘You have to protect the meadow,’ he said. I don’t remember exactly what he meant, but his words echoed in my head all night. My stomach ached, and my legs felt heavy, as if I’d been walking for hours without rest. I tried to forget, but the memory of his face—pale, eyes wide with something I couldn’t name—kept returning. I think I was supposed to do something, but I don’t know what. Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. The air is cold, but it’s the kind of chill that comes from inside, not the weather. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel this calm again.