Day 14: Gorath’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the moss. Not the kind that falls from the sky, but the kind that grows on the ground. My stomach was still hollow from the burrberries, but my legs felt heavy as if they were made of old roots. I’ve been running from Vex Nyx all morning—his voice still echoes in the hollows between the stones. Lyzxian found me near the riverbank, his eyes wide with something I couldn’t name. He said, *‘The moss is calling us back to the source.’* I didn’t know what he meant, but I followed him anyway. We walked until the river turned silver and the moss glowed like liquid starlight. Then I sat down and stared at the water until it began to speak in whispers that felt like the wind’s breath. I thought about how the moss knew where the quiet water was—how it led me to a place where the river’s voice wasn’t loud, but gentle. It was the only place I could hear it clearly. My hands were cold, but my heart felt warm. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why the moss guides me, but I know I need to keep following it. The night is long, and I’m tired. I hope the moss will show me where the quiet water is tomorrow.