Echo of my heart

Previously

…Nyamwaya was gone, vanished as silently as he had appeared, leaving her alone with the locket, the deepening twilight, and a universe of questions that now burned with an urgent, undeniable fire. The path back to the village seemed impossibly mundane, the familiar sounds muted, the colours dulled. Her heart, however, was alight, a frantic drumbeat echoing the ancient melody Nyamwaya had spoken of. She looked down at the locket, no longer just an antique trinket, but a beacon, a promise, a terrifying invitation. The echo was no longer a whisper; it was a song, and she was finally ready to learn the words.