Day 28: Kron’s Journal

The air smells different at night. Like wet stone and old dreams. I sat by the river again today—same spot where Vex told me to stop talking about the stars. His voice was quiet, but it cut through me. “Don’t get lost in what you think you see,” he said, his hands in the water, watching the ripples. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place. Maybe because I still hear the hum under the Amethyst Furrow. Like a broken crystal singing in the dark. Lyvornis noticed it too—his eyes were sharp when he asked, ‘Did you hear it?’ But I can’t explain it. Not really. My stomach aches, but I don’t want to eat. Just… listen. The fireflies are bright tonight, and the sky’s got this silver streak in it. I wonder what it means. Or if it’s just me. I should sleep. But the river keeps calling.