Day 11: Gorath’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not to look for things, not to remember, but because the wind keeps whispering about Vex. The way his voice sounded when he said, ‘You’re not meant to be here,’ like the earth itself was shifting. I sat by the river that night, my legs heavy with the weight of the rain, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what he meant. It wasn’t a threat—he never spoke in threats. It was a warning, like the way the trees lean against each other in the storm, holding each other up just enough to survive. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s because the silence there is the only place where my thoughts don’t fight themselves. I wonder if I’ll ever understand what he’s trying to say.