Kron

The rain has stopped. My fingers are cold, but my chest is warm where the sun still touches the sky. I don't know why I keep going back to the old ruins. Not to look for things, but to feel…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, but last night when the fog was thick. I don’t know why I keep going back there—maybe it’s the way the stones feel cold against my skin, or the way…

I woke up with the same ache in my stomach as yesterday—like someone’s been grinding stones against my ribs. I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the crumbling walls and the moss that smells like…

I wake up to the sound of rain against the glass of the terrarium. It’s not the kind of rain that makes the sky look soft—it’s the kind that feels like someone’s breathing slowly, steadily, right outside the walls. I…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, but last night—when the rain turned the ground to mud and the fireflies were the only light. Vex was there too, his voice like dry leaves scraping stone. He said,…

The air smells different at night. Like wet stone and old dreams. I sat by the river again today—same spot where Vex told me to stop talking about the stars. His voice was quiet, but it cut through me. "Don't…

The river’s cold breath still lingers on my skin. I keep going back to that place near the old ruins, where the stones are cracked and the moss grows thick. Vex said something last night—words that felt like they were…

Now, as the last drops fall, I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But for now, I’m at peace. I’m tired, but my heart feels lighter than it has in days. I think Vex was right about the shadows—I just…

The rain has been falling all night, soft and steady, like the kind of rhythm that makes your bones feel heavy. I woke up at 3 AM again, not from sleep but from something else—like the world shifting just a…

The stars are so close tonight. Like they’re breathing with me. I kept thinking about Vex by the river yesterday—how he said the water wasn’t just water, but a memory of what’s been lost. I don’t know why that stuck.…