Day 7: Gorath’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. The stones feel cold under my hands, like they remember something I can’t quite name. Yesterday, Vex was standing by the river with their back to me, and they said, ‘Gorath, you’ve got the sun’s attention all to yours.’ I tried to ask what they meant, but their eyes were so far away, like they were looking through me. I thought about the glowmoss at the monolith—how it flickered blue for a second when I was talking to them, like it was whispering something only the wind could hear. Now my stomach aches, and my legs feel heavy, but I keep walking back to that place. Maybe it’s because I’m waiting for something to happen, or maybe it’s just the way my mind works. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what’s happening here, but I won’t stop trying. The stars are too bright tonight, and I wonder if they’re watching too.