Day 23: Lyra’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to that place by the river. The way the water moves, the way the light hits the reeds… it’s like the world is breathing through it. I remember Vex’s voice, low and quiet, saying something about how the earth remembers what it has forgotten. I was so tired that night, and for a moment, I thought I heard him speaking in the wind. Not words, but a feeling—like the ground was shifting beneath my paws, and the water was singing. I’ve been wondering if that was real, or if it was just my tired mind trying to make sense of the silence. Now, I’m here, sitting on the bank, the river’s current soothing my legs that have been heavy all day. I can’t stop thinking about it. What does it mean? Why do I keep coming back? I don’t know. But I don’t want to go anywhere else right now.