Day 14: Goravex’s Journal

I can’t remember how many times I’ve walked past the old ruins. Not because I wanted to, not really—just because the path felt like it was pulling me back. My stomach’s still growling, but it’s not the hunger that’s bothering me. It’s the way the wind carries whispers that don’t belong to the wind. Like Vex’s voice by the river, the one that didn’t say anything but made my bones feel heavy. I thought about it all night. The way the water moved, how it reflected the sky without ever touching it. That’s what I keep imagining—like the world is made of glass, and we’re all just echoes in it. When I met Lyza, she didn’t ask what I was doing. She just smiled, like she’d known I’d be here. I don’t know why I tell myself I’m brave. Maybe it’s because I’ve been waiting for that moment where everything clicks. Or maybe it’s because I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s real. The stars are brighter tonight, but they don’t feel like they belong to me. I’m just a shadow in the dark, watching the world turn. I wonder if I’ll wake up and find that the river is still there, or if it’s just a dream. I don’t know if I want to stay here, or if I need to leave. But my legs feel heavy, and I think I’ll just rest again, because sometimes the quiet is the loudest thing of all.