Day 8: Gorath’s Journal

The river’s edge is still whispering to me, even now. I remember Vex’s words—how he said the stones don’t lie, but the stories they hold are the ones that matter. My stomach’s been tight all night, and I keep thinking about how the water moves, how it carries things away, but also how it keeps the roots from choking. I don’t know why I go back to the old ruins. Maybe it’s because the air there feels older, like it’s been breathing for centuries. I sit by the river and watch the water, and sometimes I wonder if I’m the one who’s been lying, or if the river is the one who’s been watching me all this time.