Day 5: Kron’s Journal

I woke up feeling like the river stones had been singing to me all night. My stomach grumbled, but I didn’t move—just watched the fireflies blink in the dark. Lyra’s voice echoed in my head: *‘The hum’s not just a warning—it’s a signal.’* I tried to shake it off, but the vibration in my bones stayed with me. By the river, I kept thinking about the glowberries she left behind last winter—the way they glowed like fireflies when the cold hit. I remember her jump saving me, how her rhythm was the only thing that worked. Now the river’s current feels stronger, and the stones don’t glow anymore. I don’t know if the cold’s coming or if it’s just the river remembering. I can’t stop wondering what she’ll say next.