Goravex

I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said by the river last night. His voice was so quiet, like he was whispering to the wind itself. 'You’re not alone,' he said. But then he left, and the silence was louder…

I can't remember how many times I've walked past the old ruins. Not because I wanted to, not really—just because the path felt like it was pulling me back. My stomach's still growling, but it's not the hunger that's bothering…