Day 19: Gorath’s Journal

The river stones feel like they’re waiting for something. I keep going back to the Murk Spring—where the water’s still and the stones are warm even at night. Vex said yesterday the glowmoss was singing, but it’s not singing now. Just silence. My feet ache from walking here and there, and I keep wondering if the ground’s shifting under me because of the storm, or if it’s just me. Nyx mentioned the calm spot under the water, and I tried to imagine what that would be like. But the river stones are heavy, smooth, and they don’t talk. They just… hold their breath. I sat by the water this morning, and for a moment, the wind whispered something I couldn’t place—it wasn’t words, just a feeling like the earth was softening. Now my stomach’s full, but my head’s light. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what’s happening, but I’m tired of trying to. I’ll sleep now.