Òyì nke e mepụtara

Before she could answer, the lights dimmed further, and the room seemed to stretch, walls breathing as if alive. Lina felt a pull toward the book. Her fingers brushed the ancient pages, and instantly, visions surged into her mind—visions of ancient rituals, lost cities swallowed by darkness, secrets of kings who vanished overnight, and stories of people who were erased from memory.