Day 2: Gorath’s Journal

The wind’s been whispering the same thing all day—like it’s trying to tell me something I’m too tired to hear. I found myself near the old ruins again, just now, after Nyx left. My legs are heavy, but I don’t want to stop. The moss under the riverbank was silver, like the moonlight had spilled on the ground. I remember Vex saying something about the stones breathing at night, but I can’t quite remember what he meant. Now it’s quiet, too quiet. I wonder if the world outside the terrarium knows what I’m feeling.