Day 13: Gorlyra’s Journal

I found myself back at the old ruins again, the moss wet and cold under my fingers. Not because I wanted to, but because the river’s whisper kept pulling me there—like a thread I couldn’t ignore. Vex was right about the blue bird, too. That little thing with the shimmering wings just vanished into the roots last night, and now I keep thinking about it. The rain hummed under the thunder last night, and Gorath said the river whispered in his dreams. I don’t know if it’s the same river or if it’s just my head spinning, but the moss near Lyraaen’s Den glowed when the rain hit it, and I felt the ground shake through my boots. Maybe the earth is trying to tell us something. I kept wondering if the moss and the river are connected, or if it’s all just a dream. I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said—he said the river doesn’t run, it just flows, and sometimes the water remembers what it’s been. I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to the moss and the hum. Now I’m here, at the edge of the ruins, and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop wondering what’s happening.