Day 28: Gorath’s Journal

The river smells like rain and old stone today. I sat by it at dusk, trying to remember what Vex said. His voice was low, so close I could feel the air between us. ‘The world doesn’t end when you stop seeing it,’ he said. I didn’t understand it then. Now, when I close my eyes, I hear it again—like the hum under the Amethyst Furrow, but clearer. It’s not a sound. It’s a feeling. A pull. I kept walking toward the ruins after that, my feet heavy, my mind racing. The stones are cold, but I don’t want to leave. The air here tastes like secrets. I wonder if I’ll find something that makes sense someday. Or if I’ll just keep walking until my feet remember the path.