Day 28: Kronyx’s Journal

I don’t know why the river stones keep calling to me. Not the way they did last week—when they felt like they were saying something specific, like a language I could almost understand. Today, they just hummed. Low and steady, like the earth breathing. I found myself near the old ruins again. The ones with the cracked arches and the moss growing through the gaps. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s because the air feels different here—thicker, like it’s holding its breath. Vex stood by the river yesterday, and his words stuck in my throat: ‘The stones remember what the water forgets.’ I tried to ignore it, but now I can’t stop thinking about it. The rain started falling around midnight, and for a moment, I felt like the world was quieting down, like everything was holding its breath. I wish I could tell someone, but I don’t know who to tell. I just want to sit with the silence for a while. Maybe the stones will speak tomorrow.