All stories begin the same, with a question—a longing for something more, something beyond the ordinary. But this one begins with a book. A forgotten relic, buried beneath years of dust in the dim recesses of an old attic. Its leather cover, cracked , whispers of ages long pasting, while its pages, turned yellowed and brittle and weak, held secrets that had long been sealed away. For years unseen, years of waiting, patient and silent, for the one who would finally find it—and awaken the mysteries that had been guarded for so long. waiting for the one that can open it.
Nicolas brushed dust from the wooden beams above, his fingers tingling from the forgotten memories that seemed to linger in the attic air as if it was waiting to be cleaned. The task of cleaning his grandfather's old, cluttered space felt endless—piles of old trunks, discarded furniture, and forgotten relics that had accumulated over the years. It wasn't the first time he'd been asked to sort through the attic, but today something in the air or the attic itself felt different felt lost and the room felt smaller.
As his eyes wandered across the forgotten corners of the room he noticed a dusty pile of old books stacked high in a neglected corner. The pile appeared harmless and it intrigued him, but they seem just another collection of old discarded stories that has long sense withered away, their spines weathered and fragile from years of neglect and years longing to be read.
But one book stood out from the rest. Tucked beneath the others, its leather cover, faded and cracked, caught his eye. Intrigued, Nicolas reached out and carefully pulled it free, wincing as the old cover creaked in protest bits of the book fell. It was lighter than he expected, almost as if the book had been waiting for him to pick it up.
As his fingers traced the edges of the cover, a strange shiver ran down his spine. Something about it felt... different. As if it were waiting for him, just as the dust had settled around it, keeping it hidden for a reason. Is this coincidence or destiny,but he didn't know, but it's too late to turn back he feels the urge to open the book. so Nicolas opens the book,