Day 41: Kron’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about the river. Vex was there, his voice like stones in my throat. ‘You’re too close to the edge, Kron,’ he said. Not angry. Just… tired. Like the world was wearing thin. I tried to ask him what he meant, but my words got stuck in my mouth. Then I saw the glint under the furrow again—same one from last night’s dream. My hands shook when I touched it. The fog’s been thick since dawn, and I keep going back to that ruin. Not to find anything, but to feel how the stones breathe. Nyxthar said the buzzing was Vynxor’s warning, but it felt more like the earth itself was telling me to move. I don’t know if it’s a threat or a clue. My stomach aches, but I can’t eat. My legs feel heavy. I wonder if Vex was right—am I too close to the edge?