In the soft light of the morning,..
Theo lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the quiet room. He traced the faint lines of the shadows cast by the window curtains, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts he couldn't quite grasp. His white duvet was pulled up to his waist, and one arm was flung casually over his head. For a long moment, he simply breathed, trying to push away the lingering tendrils of a strange dream.
Then he stopped, his eyes catching a flicker of deep red on his desk — here the book was it.
Slowly, he stepped forward. There, resting on the worn wood of his desk,
The ancient leather cover looked the same as it had in the library — dark, worn, and pulsing with a strange, quiet energy. Theo's pulse quickened as he approached it, his fingers hovering over the intricate markings etched into the cover. He hadn't brought it here. He had no memory of carrying it out of the library. And yet, here it was — as real and solid as the mark on his neck.
Theo swallowed hard. "How did you get here?" Did I bring this book with me No I don't I remember clear how is thispossiblee how this book get here..
he whispered, reaching out a hesitant hand to touch the cover. The book felt warm under his fingers, pulsing with an energy that made his skin prickle.
A memory of Abyzou's voice echoed in his mind: "Thoe You are the key, Theo. The book you opened… it's the gateway between our worlds."
He shivered, drawing his hand back. "This isn't happening," he said, his voice shaking. But even as he said it, he knew the truth: this was only the beginning.
. He sat down at the chair and the book on the desk, staring at the book as if it held the answers to every question he'd ever been too afraid to ask.
Theo : "I have to know, I have to know what this is… and what he wants from me.I need answers, I need to know what that book is… who Abyzou really is… and what he wants from me.* he murmured to himself*
Theo: Can i open this book no can I'm too afraid to open but i wanna know too, what should I do.
Theo : Maybe I need to go back library for find the answer ..
The thought of going back to the library sent a chill down his spine, but he knew he had no choice. If there were answers to be found, they were in the place where it had all started — with that book, the one that had answered the echo of his soul.
In the quiet of his room, the book seemed to hum with silent promise, and Theo knew there was no turning back.
To be continue..