Moisture-Weathered Journal

*most pages are illegible from water damage*

Day 6

The flora in this area is typical for a jungle of this type, however I remain entirely baffled
by the aggressiveness of the plants here. It is as if they have some method to sense movement,
or perhaps have some kind of internal mechanism that picks up subtle changes in air pressure or
vibrations in the ground. At the presence of prey, the entire plant shifts its leaves and vines,
not content to ambush its prey, but to wrestle it down as if some mammalian predator.

Day 8

I came upon a lone carnivorous plant, it's stem severed from some large clawed animal, likely
the native panthers. Seems it chose it's prey foolishly. I took the opportunity to take some
cuttings and close up sketches. The roots were of particular interest; anchored so firmly within
the ground that I elected to simply dig around them. I gave up after a number of hours, the roots
remained fast within the earth and seemed to continue even further.

Day 14

Returning to the hunting ground of the Lynx pack, I was surprised to see it empty. The tracks and
signs of yesterday's struggle were there, so I was in the right place. I elected to wait. I must
have dozed off, or simply was half asleep as I next saw something neither flora nor fauna. It was a
great mass of darkness, hovering only feet off the jungle floor. Moving nothing like simple fog,
darting here and there. I blinked in shock, and it was gone.

Note to self: Omit this last incident, was only a product of sleep deprivation, and has no place as
a scientific observation.

Day 25

I must find it. This thing that doesn't eat nor rest, a thing that may not even be physical. When it
arrives I feel it, like a crawling dread. And then it bursts from the earth leaving no trace, madly
seeking much as I am. Both of us uncertain, ambling through the forest. Then once more, diving back
into it's earth, or perhaps pulled there? Perhaps it seeks freedom, this shadow, for something deep
within the earth? Or a reflection of Nidhogg yearning to shatter the World Tree's bonds? My questions
remain never answered.

But now must I sink.