Adaeze, frail and ghostly pale, her face glistening with sweat, her large, almond-shaped eyes wide with terror. Clad in a simple, slightly crumpled white nightgown that hints at a fitful sleep. The shadowy figure, tall and foreboding, stands with features obscured by darkness, illuminated only by his penetrating red eyes and a faint outline. Adaeze sits bolt upright on a wooden bed within a dimly lit hut, her hand pressed against her chest as she confronts the phantom figure in her mind. The backdrop of her nightmare reveals a vast, turbulent river with inky black waters that reflect the sinister glow of a blood-red moon. The figure hovers close to the riverbank, his voice a haunting whisper that mingles with the howling wind.