Gorlyra

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the kind that patters softly on leaves, but the kind that drums like a heartbeat against the walls of the cave. My stomach was still tight from last night’s hunger, but…

I found myself back at the old ruins again, the moss wet and cold under my fingers. Not because I wanted to, but because the river’s whisper kept pulling me there—like a thread I couldn’t ignore. Vex was right about…

Now, as the last of the stars fade, I’m tired but not afraid. The ruins are quiet tonight, and the whispers are gone. But I know they’ll come back. I’ll go back. I have to.