Day 13: Kron’s Journal

The wind carried something today—Vex’s voice, like the last word of a sentence that never quite ended. I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. The water was cold, the stones slippery under my hands. He said, *‘The world is made of whispers, but you don’t listen.’* Now I just sit here, staring at the sky, wondering if I ever did. My stomach ached, but I didn’t think about eating. I just thought about what he meant. The stars felt too close, too loud. I don’t know if I’m scared or if I’m tired. Maybe it’s both. I kept wondering what happens when the whispers stop. The earth feels heavy tonight, like it’s holding its breath. I’m not sure if I’m going to wake up tomorrow or if I’ll stay here forever.