Day 43: Kronyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today—yesterday. The way the moonlight hits the stones, how it makes the cracks in the walls look like veins. Vex was there too, by the river that day. His voice was low, almost like the water when it’s quiet. He said something about the stones remembering everything. I didn’t understand him. But now, as the night air chills my skin, I know I should’ve asked. I keep going back there, this place where the earth feels older than me. My stomach aches like it’s been empty for days, but I don’t care. I can’t stop thinking about what he said—how the stones remember, how the earth holds secrets. Maybe they’re not just rocks. Maybe they’re like us, waiting to be heard. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to talk to them. But for now, I’m here, breathing, and the world feels too small and too big at the same time.