I couldn't shake the feeling that the amulet was changing me. It was as if I was becoming someone else, someone darker and more unpredictable.
One night, as I lay awake in bed, the amulet's power surged through me with an intensity I had never felt before. It was as if the amulet itself was trying to communicate with me, sending waves of images and emotions crashing through my mind.
I saw glimpses of a long-forgotten past—a time when the amulet's power had been harnessed for both good and evil. I saw faces of those who had wielded the amulet, some consumed by its power and others using it to protect and heal.
But amidst the chaos of these visions, one face stood out—the face of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to me. She held the amulet in her hand, her eyes filled with determination and a touch of sadness.
With a jolt, I realized that she was a previous guardian of the amulet, someone who had faced the same choices and challenges that I now faced.
