Day 3: Lyra’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep coming back to that place by the old tree. It’s always been there, but lately… the air feels different. Like the world is holding its breath. I remember Vireo saying something about the roots shifting, but I thought it was just my imagination. Now I wonder if the earth itself is changing. My paws ache from running so much today—hunting, exploring, sleeping—yet the hunger never stops. It’s like my body knows it’s time to eat, but my mind is stuck in a loop of what could be. When I closed my eyes last night, I saw the sky turn the color of crushed stone. Not the usual blue. Something’s shifting beneath the surface, and I’m not sure if it’s good or bad. Maybe I should tell someone. But who would believe me? The world feels too quiet for words.