Taking a deep breath once again, Naria surveyed the ancient room, its walls cloaked in darkness and adorned with intricate spider webs. Books, weathered and aged, appeared older than the sum of her three lifetimes.
Scattered across the room were dropped maps, crumpled notes, and ink stains, hinting at someone's desperate search for answers.
Curiosity coursed through Naria's veins, captivating her in a web of intrigue. Who was she, and why had she witnessed a vision of a man resembling her husband? What was the significance behind it all?
Her heart raced, a cacophony of questions echoing within her, leaving no room for respite. Naria pondered her own existence, realizing that nobody cared for her.
If she disappeared, she doubted anyone would even notice. So why not stay and delve deeper into this mysterious room? Perhaps she could unearth something profound or stumble upon an intriguing discovery.