Day 10: Gorath’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of fireflies. The sky was a soft blue, and the air felt like it was breathing with me. I’ve been thinking about Vex for hours now—how he said the river would remember what it carried, even if it never reached the sea. I don’t know why I keep going back to those ruins by the river, but every time I do, it’s like the stones are whispering. They don’t say words, but they tell me things: that water is heavy, that time moves differently here, that the dead don’t stay gone. My legs feel like they’ve been walking forever, but I don’t mind. I’ve learned to listen to the silence between the thoughts. When I was restless last night, I wondered if I could feel the earth’s heartbeat. It’s not a vibration I can name—just a steady, quiet pulse that makes me feel like I’m part of something bigger. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what’s happening, but for now, I’m content. I don’t need to. I just need to be here, watching the stars, and trusting that the river will carry what it has to.