Day 17: Goravex’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said by the river last night. His voice was so quiet, like he was whispering to the wind itself. ‘You’re not alone,’ he said. But then he left, and the silence was louder than the river. I kept staring at the water, wondering if he saw me, if he knew I was there. Now, my stomach’s heavy, and my legs feel like they’re made of stone. I remember the glowmist rocks—those strange, pulsing things near the obsidian vein. I tried to ask Gorath about them, but he just nodded and went back to teaching the fireflies. Maybe he’ll know what they’re for. But right now, I can’t think past the river. It’s cold, but not the kind that chills you—it’s the kind that makes your thoughts feel too big for your chest.