Day 4: Lyra’s Journal

I can’t remember the last time I felt this heavy. My legs are leaden, my stomach a knot of quiet hunger, and I keep thinking about Vex’s words by the river—how he said the world wasn’t meant to be understood, just… lived. I’ve been staring at the sky so long, trying to find meaning in the stars, but all I see are tiny, distant lights that don’t seem to matter. Yesterday, I had this strange feeling, like the wind whispered something important, but now it’s gone. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be scared or calm. Maybe both.