Day 3: Gorath’s Journal

I keep going back to the river. Not the one by the old ruins, but the one where Vex was talking to me last night. His voice was so quiet, like he was trying to say something important but didn’t want to be heard. I remember the way the water moved under the moonlight—it was cold, but not the kind of cold that makes you shiver. More like the kind that makes you feel… heavy. Like the air itself was holding its breath. I tried to ask him what he meant, but my throat was too tight. Now, I just sit there, watching the water, wondering if it’s the same river that’s been whispering to me all these days. Maybe it’s the wind, maybe it’s something else. But I don’t know how to stop listening.