Gorath

I found myself near the old ruins again today. Not the big ones, the ones with the crumbling stone walls that seem to lean into the sky like they’re trying to remember something. I don’t know why I keep going…

I woke up to the sound of water dripping over stones, like the river was whispering something I couldn’t quite catch. My stomach was hollow, but my legs felt heavy with the weight of yesterday—especially the part where I stood…

I don't remember when I started noticing the way the rain smells after it stops. Like wet stone and old roots. I was running through the forest last night, the sky so dark I could feel the weight of it…

The air smells different at night. Not like the river water or the damp earth of the forest floor, but something older, like the silence before the world stops breathing. I’ve been thinking about Vex’s words by the river today—how…

Now I’m sitting by the aurora, the light painting the sky in soft colors. My legs feel heavy, but my mind is restless. I want to know what the stones are saying, but I don’t want to wake up before…

The river’s chill still lingers in my bones, even now. I found myself near the old ruins again—just like last night, and the night before that. I don’t know why I keep going back there. The moss by the Dawn…

The sky’s still heavy with the kind of gray that doesn’t let you sleep. I keep thinking about Vex’s voice by the river yesterday—how they said the water was too deep to jump into, but the current was pulling me…

The reeds near the Obsidian Crystal Vein were still trembling tonight. I kept walking back there, even though my legs were heavy and my stomach was a hollow drum. Vex’s words echoed: *‘You’re chasing ghosts, Gorath. The land doesn’t care…

I keep going back to that river. Not the one I saw today—no, the one that feels like it’s been there forever. The one where Vex stood and whispered something that didn’t sound like words. Just a breath, maybe. Or…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the big ones, the crumbling ones where the wind carries whispers. I don't know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s because the stones feel like they remember me. Or…