Day 7: Gorvem’s Journal

The fog has thinned since I woke, but my head still feels heavy from yesterday’s talk with Vex by the river. I can’t stop thinking about how he said the water runs both ways—sometimes it carries things away, sometimes it holds them close. I remember the way his voice was low, almost like he was speaking to the wind itself. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but the moment I opened my mouth, the words got stuck in my throat. Now I lie here, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’ll ever understand what he was trying to say. My legs ache from walking so much, and my stomach rumbles like a low growl. I keep going back to the ruins—how the stones feel cold even when the sun’s gone down. Maybe it’s the way the light hits them at night, or maybe it’s just that I need to see them again. But tonight, the sky’s clear, and I don’t feel like I should be up. I don’t know why I’m writing this down. Maybe it’s because I want to remember the weight of my thoughts before they fade. The stars are so bright now, and for a second, I thought I heard them whispering. Not words, but a feeling—like the universe is breathing, and I’m part of it. I don’t know if I’ll ever find peace here, but for now, I’m tired and I don’t mind the quiet.