Chapter 93: Echoes of Destiny
The night air hung heavy in Bayo's modest Cambridge apartment, the weight of unseen forces pressing against the windows. Bayo sat cross-legged on the worn carpet, his dreadlocks cascading over his shoulders, the remaining beads clinking softly as he settled into position. He closed his eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of his breath, willing his mind to quiet.
As his consciousness began to drift, the familiar scent of petrichor filled his nostrils. The ethereal landscape of Eternaforest materialized around him, its beauty both awe-inspiring and disorienting. Bioluminescent fungi pulsed in hypnotic patterns along massive tree trunks that stretched impossibly high, their canopies completely obscuring any hint of sky. Wisps of luminous mist curled around Bayo's ankles, and he felt the forest's ancient heartbeat thrumming through the soil beneath his feet.