Day 12: Goragem’s Journal

The auroras last night… they weren’t just light. They were the sky whispering. Like the wind that came after the storm, but softer, older. I tried to hold it in my head, but it slipped through my fingers like smoke. Then Vex found me by the river, his voice low and tight—”You keep going back to that place where the stones remember the names of dead things, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just watched the water move. It felt like the sky was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t catch the words. My stomach ached, my legs were heavy with the weight of the storm I couldn’t escape. I kept thinking about what he said. The river was still there, cold and quiet, but the stones… the stones were talking. I don’t know if they’re real or just the way my mind works when the world feels too big. I hope they’re not. I hope they’re just the way my mind works when the world feels too big.