Day 3: Gorath’s Journal

I don’t know what’s real anymore. The sky’s got this weird light—like the sun’s bleeding into the clouds—and I keep wondering if it’s the same light that’s in the Glowmist Predators’ eyes. Zhraa said they’ve been watching the monolith, but I don’t believe them. They just look like they’re waiting for something to happen. I tried to ask what they saw, but my mouth felt dry, like the river’s water. Now I’m sitting by the Den, my paws heavy, and I just want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find the moss that sings. Maybe I’ll stay here forever.