Day 10: Gorath’s Journal

The stars are beautiful tonight. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins—always the same path, the same mossy stones, the way the light hits the water. Vex was there by the river yesterday, his voice low, almost like he was speaking to the wind. ‘You’re stronger than you think,’ he said. But it wasn’t the words that stuck with me. It was how he looked—like he saw something I couldn’t, something that made his eyes heavy with a quietness I didn’t understand. Now I’m lying here, the grass cool under my palms, and I wonder if I’m just chasing shadows or if the ruins are where the answers live. The fireflies blink in the dark, and for a second, I thought I heard a whisper, but it was just the wind. Still, I can’t stop thinking about what Vex meant. Maybe the truth isn’t in what we say—it’s in the quiet moments we don’t speak.