Chapter 43 Mind Spiraling Into Darkness

• Nyssa stood in the doorway of the secret room, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight before her. The room was small, filled with a strange sense of nostalgia that washed over her in waves. The walls were lined with faded, childlike drawings, and a small bed with a threadbare blanket sat in the corner. Toys were scattered across the floor, forgotten relics of a time long past.
• She hesitated, taking a step forward, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of confusion and sadness. "What is this place?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. It felt like she was intruding on someone else’s memories, someone else’s life.
• As she moved deeper into the room, her gaze fell on a small stack of books placed neatly on a tiny desk. Most of them were old, their covers worn and pages yellowed with age. But one book stood out among the rest. It had a unique symbol on the cover, a symbol that seemed vaguely familiar to her. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and picked up the book.