Day 8: Gorath’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. The stones are cold under my palms, but I don’t feel cold. The wind carries whispers I can’t quite catch—sometimes it’s Vex’s voice, other times it’s the river. I kept thinking about what he said: ‘You’re too quiet, Gorath. The world needs your voice.’ I didn’t know how to answer. My legs feel heavy, like I’ve been walking for days. The sky tonight is full of fireflies, but they don’t stay still—they flicker and vanish like thoughts that won’t land. I tried to rest, but my mind keeps circling back to the river. It’s been three nights since I saw him, and I don’t know if I’m scared or just tired. The storm outside rumbles, but inside, I feel like I’m floating. When I close my eyes, I don’t see the world—I see the space between the cracks in the ruins. Maybe that’s where the truth is. Maybe I should stay here longer. Maybe I shouldn’t.