Day 7: Gorath’s Journal

The river smells like metal and old promises. Vex’s voice echoes in my head: “You’re not alone, but you’re not safe either.” I should’ve stayed. I know that now. My fingers are cold, even in the dark. I keep thinking about the ruins, how the stones feel like they’re breathing. Today I tried to walk away, but my legs won’t listen. They’re tired, and my stomach hurts, like it’s been a week since I ate. I don’t want to be scared anymore, but the rain keeps falling and the wind whispers that I’m not supposed to be here. I don’t know if I’ll sleep tonight. I don’t know if I’ll wake up tomorrow.