Day 24: Gorath’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. Not the one with the water that’s too cold, not the one with the stones that glow when you touch them. The one where Vex stood there, his face like the shadow of the trees, and said something about the earth remembering everything. I tried to forget it, but the words keep coming back like the crickets in the grass. They’re not loud, but they’re there, humming in my chest. I sat by the water last night, and for a moment, I felt like I understood what he meant. Not the words, but the feeling—like the earth was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I don’t want to be a part of that waiting anymore. I don’t want to be the one who forgets. I just want to know why the sky feels so heavy sometimes.