Day 3: Lyra’s Journal

I keep going back to that place near the old ruins. Not the ruins themselves, but the path that leads to them—the one with the silver mushrooms that glow when you don’t look directly at them. Vex said something last night that stuck with me: ‘The wind carries spirits of the old world.’ I thought it was a joke, but now I wonder if it’s true. My stomach ached after I ate the moonberries Gem showed me, and I can’t stop thinking about how the dandelion clock clouds felt like they were whispering to me. Maybe the wind isn’t just wind. Maybe it’s carrying things I don’t understand, and I’m supposed to listen.