Gorathem

I find myself near the old ruins again. The stones are cold, and the grass is wet with dew. I don't know why I keep going back there. Maybe it's because the air smells different at night — like the…

I woke up to the smell of rain on the ground. The kind that makes everything feel heavy and slow, like the world is holding its breath. I sat up in the mossy hollow where I sleep, and for a…