Day 4: Gorath’s Journal

The rain stopped just as I fell asleep. I dreamt of the river where Vex stood waiting for me. His voice was faint, like the echo of a stone dropped into water. ‘You can’t run from what you carry,’ he said. I don’t know if he meant me or something else. I woke up with my hands pressed to my chest, feeling the weight of that conversation settle into my bones. Today, I kept going back to the old ruins. It’s strange how the wind carries things — not just the sound of my thoughts, but the things I don’t want to remember. I tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but sometimes, the silence feels louder than the rain.