Beyond My Grandmother's Death

**

The sky was gray above the grandmother's house, as if the clouds refused to part since Adam returned from the world of "Nimora."

The quiet in the neighborhood seemed artificial, as if everything was waiting for something else to unfold... something buried long ago.

Adam hadn't left his grandmother's room for hours. He sat on the floor, surrounded by a pile of old papers and faded notebooks, her handwritten journals. These weren't just the memories of an old woman. They were confessions. Letters from a woman who had fought in the shadows, in a world no one knew.

He turned a torn page, her handwriting shaky but legible:

"In Nimora, no one leaves untainted. Shadows don't just kill us, they change us. There is no absolute good there... nor absolute evil. Only painful choices."

He slowly turned the page, his eyes stopping at a line that changed everything:

"Today, I left the child at the western gate. I had no choice."

Time stopped for Adam.

He felt the room close in, the air heavy. Was she talking about a sacrifice?

About human blood?

He flipped to the next page quickly, as though his heart was trying to deny what he had read:

"The monster at the gate no longer accepts our symbolic rituals. It wanted something alive. And when I was given the choice to sacrifice a stranger or see the gate open to our world, I did what had to be done."

His hands trembled.

Adam no longer knew if his grandmother was a heroine or something else.

All her silence, her kindness, the childhood tales she'd tell him by the fireplace... were they a mask?

Or was she trying to remain human, despite the hell she had endured?

Adam sat motionless.

He opened the last notebook, which was neat, with a leather cover and brass locks. But it had already been opened.

She had written at the beginning:

"To Adam, if you are reading this... then Nimora has called you as it called me. Don't trust what you see, and don't judge me as humans do. There were decisions that had to be made, at a price only I could pay."

The pages followed, filled with descriptions of strange rituals the grandmother had performed, names of creatures he couldn't even pronounce, and a description of a gate fed by fear.

And on the last page… his heart stopped for a moment.

There was a precise drawing… of him.

Adam.

He was wearing the same necklace he wore now, and behind him were shadows that resembled the "embodied shadow" he had seen in Nimora.

In her trembling handwriting, she wrote:

"He will return through you. You are the new bearer of the secret. You are the bridge, and the curse of the heirs will pass through you. Forgive me, I failed to break the chain."

Suddenly, he felt something touch his shoulder.

He turned, terrified.

There was no one in the room.

Then he heard the voice. A whisper, barely audible:

"Adam..."

It wasn't Laboubo's voice this time.

It was a female voice... broken... familiar.

"Adam... forgive me..."

He jumped to his feet, searching for the source of the voice, but there was no one.

Then he noticed that the ring his grandmother had given him... was glowing with a faint color, like the shimmer of sunlight under water.

"I chose to be the monster... so you wouldn't have to be."

Tears streamed down his face, and he screamed:

— "But why? Why didn't you tell me?"

There was no answer. Just an overwhelming silence.

The kind of silence that comes before a storm.

He left the room, holding the journals in his hands, his eyes filled with resolve.

The journey was no longer about uncovering the grandmother's secrets... but about confronting a terrifying legacy.

For now, he knew that Nimora was not over.

And that the "embodied shadow" was still searching for its key to return.

And the key... was Adam.

---

**Message to the Reader:**

In every family, there are secrets.

Some are buried in the past, others live in our blood, passed down from generation to generation.

The grandmother was trying to protect him from becoming like her.

But can one escape a fate written in their veins?

Sometimes, we discover that those we loved lied to us... not because they were evil, but because the truth was too cruel to speak.

Stay with us, because the story hasn't begun yet... the shadow has only started to move.

**Message to the Reader:**

If you've made it this far, you've entered the story as no one else has.

But before you uncover the truth behind "Adam," there's one simple step that proves you're human... not a shadow of Nimora.

🔒 **The Step:**

Copy the following link and paste it into your browser, then complete the simple verification test.

Afterward... you'll also know who you are in this story.

https://unlockcontent.net/cp/i/q8320?preview=1

---