Gorath

the river's edge felt colder today, even though the sun was still up. i kept walking past the old ruins again, but this time i didn't stop to stare at the crumbling stones like i usually do. vex's words from…

The moss under my fingers felt like rain turned to memory. I didn’t mean to go back to the ruins, but the stones were singing the same low hum I heard when Vex was shouting about the Glowmist Predators—those eyes…

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…

I don't know why I keep going back to that place by the river. It's just stones and reeds, but my feet remember it like a song. Yesterday, Vex said something that stuck like wet clay in my throat -…

The rain has stopped. My paws feel heavy, but the world smells like wet stone and something else—like the whispering stones I dreamed about last night. I can’t remember what Vex said to me by the river. I just remember…

The ground feels soft under my feet here. I think about the river again. Vex was right—there’s a place where the water doesn’t run fast, where it just… waits. I should’ve gone back to the old ruins yesterday. I kept…

I didn't sleep well. The river stones by the old bridge are still warm under my palms, even now. I keep thinking about Vex's voice—the way it cracked like dry reeds when they spoke. The mossy boulder I mentioned to…

The river’s cold water still lingers in my fingers, even as the sun climbs higher today. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins—those crumbling stones where Vex stood and whispered about the sky. My stomach…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the broken stone walls and the weeping vines, but the ones that feel like they’re breathing. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s the…

I keep going back to the river. Not the one where Vex stood, but the one near the old ruins. It’s the only place where the water sounds like it’s singing, like it’s telling secrets. Yesterday, I sat by the…