Benjamin sat on the sofa in the study of his apartment, surrounded by bookshelves filled with ancient divination books passed down from generation to generation in his family. The air in the study was filled with the smell of leather and old books, and an oil lamp cast a faint light on the desk. On the wall hung several tapestries depicting mysterious symbols, which looked particularly mysterious in the dim light. Every book on the bookshelf was the crystallization of the wisdom of his ancestors, recording ancient prophecies and divination.
His eyes lingered on the yellowed pages, trying to interpret the vague omens. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes flashed with worry about the unknown. He knew that the town was about to face a disaster, and he had to find a way to stop it. Benjamin's fingers gently stroked the symbols on the pages of the book, which seemed to tell ancient secrets.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the garden outside. Raindrops knocked on the window, as if reminding him of the urgency of time. He returned to the desk and began to lay out the tarot cards, each card representing a possible future. His eyes were fixed on the cards, trying to find clues from them. The images on the cards were chaotic and blurry, but his intuition told him that these cards were related to the shadows in those photos.
Benjamin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his mind communicate with the cards. He felt a subtle energy flowing in the air, and his heartbeat accelerated as the cards changed. He knew that these cards were not just playing cards, they were keys to another world and tools for interpreting fate.
Benjamin began his divination ceremony. He lit a candle and let the smoke swirl in the air, forming various patterns. With trembling fingers, he turned over a tattered divination book, the pages of which had become fragile due to age. He whispered the ancient spell, hoping to awaken the knowledge in the book and reveal the secrets hidden in the shadows.
As the ceremony progressed, the atmosphere in the study became more tense. Benjamin felt a force gathering at his fingertips, his heartbeat accelerated, and his breathing became rapid. His eyes were fixed on the cards, trying to interpret the blurred images and symbols.
Suddenly, a card flew out of the card array and fell at his feet. This is a Death card, symbolizing the end and transformation. Benjamin had an ominous premonition in his heart. He knew that this card foreshadowed an impending disaster. He had to take action, otherwise the town would face destruction. Benjamin decided to delve into the meaning of this Death card. He flipped through the divination book, looking for explanations related to this card. The description in the book was vague and mysterious, but Benjamin's intuition told him that this card was directly related to the disaster of the town.
He began to pace back and forth in the study, thinking about possible solutions. He knew that he had to find a way to stop this disaster, otherwise the town would cease to exist. His heart was filled with anxiety and fear, but he also knew that he could not give up.
It was late at night, and only a small light was still on in Benjamin's study. He sat at the table with several divination books and some scattered notes spread out in front of him. His fingers gently stroked the symbols on the pages of the book, and his eyes flashed with worry about the unknown. Benjamin stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night sky outside. The rain had stopped, and the stars twinkled in the sky, as if winking at him, giving him a glimmer of hope. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind. He knew that he had to stay calm in order to find a way to solve the problem.
He knew that the struggle had just begun, and he had to be prepared to face the challenges that were coming.
In the Alex family's manor, Sofia was busy in the kitchen preparing a sumptuous lunch. Her cooking skills were well-known in the family, and every dish was her respect for ingredients and pursuit of taste. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of baking bread and stewing meat, which made people salivate. Sofia's movements were skillful and quick, and there was always a smile on her face, but her heart was full of complicated emotions.
The kitchen was a warm and vibrant place, with a huge fireplace burning with a black iron pot hanging above it, stewing fragrant beef and vegetables. Potatoes, carrots and onions were slowly stewed in a rich broth, exuding a refreshing aroma. Sofia used a spoon to stir gently from time to time, making sure that every ingredient could fully absorb the essence of the soup.
On the long table next to them, there was a row of fresh bread, just taken out of the oven, with a golden and crispy crust and soft and elastic inside. The aroma of the bread formed a perfect contrast with the richness of the stew, making people want to taste it immediately. Sofia picked up a sharp knife and skillfully sliced the bread, each slice was just right, neither thick nor thin.
On the other side of the kitchen, rows of shiny copper pots were boiling various sauces and sauces. Some were spicy and stimulating, while others were sweet and delicious. Each one was carefully prepared by Sofia according to the traditional secret recipe of her family. She tasted it gently with a long-handled spoon to ensure that each seasoning was just right to perfectly set off the flavor of the main course.
In a corner of the kitchen, there were baskets of fresh vegetables, which were just picked from the garden of the manor and still covered with morning dew. Tomatoes, cucumbers and lettuce were piled full in the baskets, colorful and vibrant. Sophia carefully selected a few of the most perfect leaves and prepared to make a fresh salad to add a touch of fresh color to this hearty lunch.
Sophia shuttled back and forth in the kitchen, her hands deftly handling various ingredients. Her eyes were focused and full of enthusiasm, and her movements revealed her love for cooking and respect for food. Although her heart was full of complicated emotions, she was still concentrating on her work, hoping to bring a touch of warmth and happiness to the family through her craftsmanship.
Sophia's heart was full of gratitude to Benjamin. At the same time, her affection for Alex was quietly growing.
She remembered his deep eyes, and the melancholy and confusion revealed in his eyes made her feel distressed. Her affection for him was quietly growing, and she remembered their conversation at the banquet, but she also knew that there was an insurmountable boundary between them. She wanted to know more about him and wanted to help him find his own way. She knew that this might be a dangerous game, but her heart could not resist.
Sophia brought the last dish to the table, and her heart was full of expectations. She hoped that this lunch would bring some warmth to the family, and maybe a chance to talk to Alex again. She knew that her feelings might bring her trouble, but she was willing to take the risk for that glimmer of possible happiness.
Alex stood in the study room of his farm, a room that witnessed the glory and secrets of his family for generations. The portraits hanging on the wall, those solemn faces, seemed to be looking through time and space, examining his every decision. He felt an invisible pressure, as if the expectations of these ancestors had condensed into a shackle, tightly binding his freedom.
The decoration of the study room was full of historical weight, and the dark wooden bookshelves were filled with leather-bound books, each of which recorded the wisdom and history of the family. The fire in the fireplace on the wall flickered and crackled, adding a touch of warmth to the study room. However, Alex felt cold in his heart.
His heart was full of struggle, and he felt an inexplicable fear about his upcoming 35th birthday. This birthday is not only about the increase in age, but also an important node in the family tradition. According to family legend, each male can only live to 35 years old, and to ensure the continuation of their lives, a female of Scottish descent needs to be sacrificed.
Alex walked to the window and looked at the farm outside. In the fields after the rain, the smell of soil mixed with the fragrance of newly cut grass, forming a unique rural atmosphere. He remembered the scene of running here when he was a child. At that time, he was carefree and full of longing for the future. But now, his future is shrouded by the terrible curse of the family.
He knew that if he could not find the woman, his life might be threatened. This secret was like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making him breathless. He began to doubt whether this tradition was really worth sacrificing his own happiness to maintain? Will his life, his love, and his dreams be controlled by this ancient curse?
Alex returned to the desk and opened an old family diary, which recorded the history and traditions of the family. He flipped through the pages one by one, and the dense words on the yellowed paper seemed to tell one story after another. He tried to find some clues from it, some clues that could help him escape this fate.
His fingers trembled slightly on the pages, the words seemed to be beating, and every word was full of weight. He read the description of the rituals, those bloody and mysterious rituals, which made him shudder. He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if he really participated in such a ritual.
He closed the journal, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his emotions. But his heart couldn't calm down. The fear of the future and the sense of responsibility to the family were intertwined in his heart. He felt torn, on the one hand, the desire for freedom, and on the other hand, the loyalty to the family.
Alex knew that he couldn't just succumb to fate. He had to find a way to meet the expectations of the family and protect his life and freedom. He began to pace back and forth in the study, thinking about possible solutions.
He continued to wander in the study until night fell. The moonlight shone through the window, sprinkled on the ancient books and family portraits, adding a touch of mystery to the room. Alex stood in the moonlight, his heart full of determination. Alex left the study, his steps firm and powerful. He knew that his journey had just begun, and he had to face his fears bravely and find his own answers. His life and his destiny could not be controlled by the family secrets.
As night fell, Benjamin, Sofia and Alex were all worried about their future. It seemed that their lives had reached a turning point, and they had to make choices, and these choices would determine their fate.