The following night, after the whispers still lingered in her dreams, Noona decided to pursue the clues hidden in the old book. One faded page revealed a roughly sketched map—its lines leading toward a narrow alley in the old city.
Following the path under the dim streetlights, she walked into silence. Her footsteps echoed against the ancient brick walls. On the wall ahead, the same symbol from the book appeared. A silver energy within her trembled faintly, as if responding.
Raphael, who had been silently following her, stepped beside her. "This is it… the gate to forgotten memories. If you listen closely, you may hear what was once concealed."
Noona placed her hand on the symbol. A chill spread across her skin, and suddenly blurred visions emerged—shadows of figures in ancient attire, the distant rhythm of drums and pi paat instruments echoing in the air. But the scene faded swiftly, leaving only a whisper that she recognized from her dreams.
She turned to Raphael, her voice trembling. "What… was that?"
Raphael only gave a faint smile. "The past is opening its gate to you. But it is you who must decide whether to step through."
A gust of wind swept the alley. The glowing symbol flared, as though beckoning Noona forward.