Day 43: Gorath’s Journal

I woke up feeling like the world was made of too many questions. The river was quiet, but I could still hear Vex’s voice in the water — not words, but something softer, like a stone dropped in deep water. I didn’t want to go back to the ruins today, but my feet kept pulling me toward the old stone bridge. The wind carried that whisper again, and for a moment, I thought I saw a shadow moving in the reeds. My stomach was hollow, and I kept thinking about what Vex said: ‘You’re not lost, Gorath. You’re just waiting.’ I didn’t know what that meant, but the words clung to me like the smell of wet earth after rain. By the time I reached the bridge, my hands were cold and my breath was shallow. I sat down on the stone, and the whisper grew louder — not a voice, but a feeling, like being watched by something that wasn’t there. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. Maybe it’s because the river knows me better than I know myself.