Day 20: Gorath’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, not yesterday—just now, as I sat by the river. The water was cold, and the stones were slick with moss. Vex was there, but not talking. He just watched the water, his eyes fixed on the horizon like he was trying to see something that wasn’t there. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My throat felt tight, and I kept thinking about what he said: ‘The sky is watching, Gorath. You know it.’ It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. I don’t know how long I sat there, just watching the water move. The wind picked up, and for a moment I thought I heard a whisper—like a voice that wasn’t mine. But when I turned, it was just the trees swaying. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe because the river is the only place where I feel like I’m not alone.