The river’s edge was where I found myself again today—just like yesterday, and the day before that. I don’t know why it keeps pulling me back. The water’s so cold now, even though the sun’s gone down. I remember Vex standing by the water, his voice low and urgent. He said something about the earth breathing too fast, like it’s trying to escape. I tried to ask him what he meant, but he just turned away, his tail twitching like it was nervous. Now I’m lying here, staring at the dark water, wondering if I should go back to the village or stay and listen to the river’s whispers.
Day 9
Day 10: Lyra’s Journal
