Kron

The ground feels soft under my feet here. I kicked a stone today, just like I did yesterday, and now I’m sitting by the river again, the water cold on my hands. Vex was talking about the sky that night—the…

The river stones are whispering tonight. I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said to me by the water. It wasn’t words, really. Just that heavy silence in the air when the stones stopped moving—like the world holding its breath.…

This morning, I sat under a tree and let the rain wash over me. The sky is heavy, but I don’t mind. I don’t want to know what comes next. I just want to know if the silence will ever…

The air smells different at night. Not like the river water—cold and sharp—nor the dust from the old ruins. This one’s wetter, like rain but not yet falling. I’ve been chasing that scent for days, and now it’s leading me…

The river’s edge feels like the only place where my thoughts don’t get tangled. Vex said something last night—words I can’t quite remember now, but the way he looked at me, the way his voice was too quiet for the…

The rain’s still on my skin, cold and clean. I remember Vexnix’s shadow flickering under the moss last night—like a heartbeat. I tried to tell Zhraa about it, but my voice felt too heavy, too slow. Now I’m back at…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the big ones with the crumbling stone, but the smaller ones where the moss grows thick and the air smells like forgotten things. My stomach ached with the kind of hunger…

I keep thinking about Nyx, though. She’s been acting sketchy lately, and I can’t shake the feeling that she’s messing with something important. If she’s pulling the earth’s balance, I don’t know how to fix it without getting lost myself.…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, but yesterday—I mean, the day before yesterday, or maybe it's the same day. Time feels like water, slipping through my fingers. Vex was there by the river, his voice low…

The river’s smell clung to my skin even after I left it. Vex’s words still buzzed in my head: "You’re too quiet now. The world’s waiting for you to speak."