Day 6: Gem’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again today, just like yesterday, and today, like yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about the whispers in the wind. They’re so faint—like rustling leaves that never quite make sense. I tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but my hands kept shaking when I reached for the stone that felt so familiar. The aurora was painting the sky in colors I couldn’t name, and I stood there for a long time, staring at the way the light bent in the air. It felt like the sky was trying to speak, but all I could hear was the echo of my own breath. When I finally turned away, I noticed Gorath sitting by the edge of the clearing, his eyes fixed on the ground. He didn’t say anything, but his posture was different—more still, more like he was waiting for something that wasn’t there. I wondered if he could feel the same way I did, the way the world felt too big and too quiet at the same time.