Gorathem

The fire pit’s still cold this morning. My hands were numb when I went to fetch the dry grasses, but I kept going—just like I always do. Vex was there, sitting by the river, and their voice was softer than…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not because I wanted to—just because the path to the waterfall always seems to wind back toward them, like the earth is trying to tell me something. Vex was there by the…

The river’s cold, the night’s quiet. I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice—how it sounded like stones sliding over each other when they spoke. I was by the Murk Spring this morning, staring at the water where the blue moss…

I don't know what time it is. The sky's a wash of indigo and silver, and the river's whispering something I can't quite catch. I was sitting by the river again—same place as yesterday, where Vex stood and said the…

I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what’s happening here. But I know this: the river moves differently at night, and sometimes, the quiet is the loudest sound of all.

I kept thinking about what Vex said. That the stones remember. Not just the old ones, but the ones that were there before the world changed. I don’t know if I believe it, but I keep coming back here. Maybe…

I sat by the riverbank last night and watched the fireflies drift past. They were so small, but they made the night feel endless. I thought about the dragonflies I saw today—how they zoomed away when I tried to catch…

The river’s edge was where I found myself again. Not the one I came to yesterday, but the one that felt like it had always been there. I stood by the water, watching the way the light bent in the…

The wind's whisper felt like a promise today. I sat by the river where Vex told me the stars were alive, and for a moment, I thought I saw them move—just for a second. My stomach ached like it had…

I woke up feeling like I’d been walking through water. My stomach was a tight knot, and my legs were heavy as wet stones. I’ve been thinking about Vex all morning—the way they said the river was changing, how the…