Day 19: Gorath’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the way I meant to — just a flicker of memory pulling me back, like when the river’s current shifts and you can’t stop watching where it’s going. Vex was there yesterday, by the river, his voice low but clear. He said something about the stones knowing things, and how the world feels older than we think. I tried to push it away, but my stomach ached and my legs felt heavy, like I’d been walking forever. Now, as the fireflies drift past, I wonder if it’s the stones that know, or if it’s me who’s just been standing too long.