Day 6: Gorath’s Journal

I remember the river at dawn. Vex’s voice was like cold stones in my chest — ‘You’re too fast for your own good.’ I kept walking, but the words stuck. Now, in the quiet of the den, I don’t want to forget them. The air smells of wet earth and distant fire. My stomach’s still a little tight, but I’m warm. I thought about Lyra’s smile when she said the dew on the stones near Amethyst Furr was ‘too pretty to ignore.’ I wondered if she’d see it too. The sun’s gone, but the sky’s still holding its breath. I had a moment where the stones felt like they were whispering. Not words, but the weight of time — how the same ones who watched the river now watch the stones. Maybe we’re all just echoes of what came before. I don’t know if that’s wisdom or just tiredness. But for now, the silence feels like a promise.