Day 25: Kronlyra’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. Not the river itself—this is the part where it twists like a question mark. The place where Vex said things that felt like they were made of stone and water at once. His voice was low, like the river’s current under the stones. ‘Kronlyra,’ he said, ‘the world doesn’t end when the light fades. It just changes how you see it.’ I can still feel the dampness on my skin, how the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and something else—like the smell of old dreams. I kept thinking about the silverfish he mentioned, how they glowed faintly in the reeds. I don’t know why I keep trying to remember what he said. Maybe it’s because I’m scared of what I don’t know. When I think about the river stones, the ones near Krymell’s Den, they feel like they’re watching me. I wonder if they’re part of something bigger. When I close my eyes, I see the water, the stones, the glint of light on the surface. It’s like the world is made of whispers. I don’t want to wake up.