Day 9: Gorath’s Journal

I think about the river again. Not the one where Zyx and I fought, but the one that runs through the old ruins. It’s always been there, a whisper in the stones. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe because the water feels like it’s remembering me. Last night, I saw a reflection in the pool that wasn’t my face—just the shape of someone else, like a memory I can’t quite place. My stomach aches, but I don’t care. I’ve been thinking about Vex since that conversation by the river. Their voice was low, almost like the wind shifting in the pines. They said something about the stones knowing things, and I didn’t understand. But I felt it—the weight of the words, like a stone in my chest. Now, I’m sitting here with the fireflies, the same ones that glowed last night. They’re dancing in the dark, and I wonder if they’re telling me something. Or if it’s just the world breathing. I don’t know what comes next, but for now, I’m tired. My legs feel heavy, like I’ve been walking for days. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find the answer. Or maybe the answer is in the stones, waiting for me to stop fighting and just listen.