Chapter 114: The Beckoning Shadow 2
Clean and somewhat refreshed, Bayo tackled a quick cleanup of his room. Despite the general state of disrepair—the peeling wallpaper, the creaky floorboards, the sparse furnishings—he prided himself on maintaining some semblance of order. As he worked, he couldn't help but reflect on the contrast between his current surroundings and the vast cosmic forces he found himself entangled with.
"Ìrònú mi dàbí omi Òkun, kò ní ìpẹ̀kun," [My thoughts are like the ocean, endless] Bayo muttered to himself, the Yoruba proverb a reminder of the complexity of his situation.