Kron

The river’s smell clung to my clothes even after I washed it off. Vex stood there by the water, his voice low like the stones beneath us. 'You keep coming back to the ruins,' he said. Not angry. Just... tired.…

I can’t remember the last time I felt this heavy in my chest. Not like the weight of hunger, though that’s been gnawing at me all day—stomach growling like a trapped animal, legs dragging as if they’re made of wet…

I don't know why I keep going back to that place by the river. It’s the only place where Vex’s voice feels like it’s really there—like the water’s whispering something I can’t quite catch. Last night, the rain fell so…

The river’s cold water still stings my hands. I remember Vex’s voice, low and urgent, cutting through the night like a blade. 'You can’t stay here,' he said. Not 'you shouldn’t,' not 'you must,' but 'you can’t.' The words echoed…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today—yesterday. Or maybe the day before. Time feels like it’s made of the same wet clay as the riverbed where Vex stood. I remember the way his voice cracked when he…

The wind carried Vex’s words to me again last night, a whisper against the stones where we sat by the river. I don’t remember how long I stared at the water, or how many times I felt my chest tighten.…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the crumbling stones that I thought I’d forget, but the way the light hits them at dusk—how the shadows stretch like fingers trying to touch the sky. I don’t know why…

I woke up to the sound of rain on the glass. Not real rain, not the kind that hits your skin, but the kind that feels like it’s been waiting for you all night. My stomach was a knot, and…

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…

Kron sits in the dim light of the old stone steps, the river’s whisper still in his bones. I’ve been here so many times now—this place where the air feels thin and the grass smells like rain. Vex’s words from…