Day 40: Gorath’s Journal

I wake up with the rain still tapping the ground outside my small cave. My head feels heavy, like it’s been swimming in the river all night. Last night, I kept chasing those glowmoss bugs—Kron told me the path was right, but then the mist swallowed me whole. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins, even though I know it’s just the river’s secret spot. Vex said something last night that’s been stuck in my head: *‘The river doesn’t care about you. It just wants to flow.’* I tried to shake it off, but now I’m sitting here with my fingers tracing the damp wall, wondering if I’m chasing the wrong thing. The rain’s getting louder, but I don’t want to go back to sleep yet. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find a way to stop listening to the river’s whispers.