Adaeze, frail and pallid, beads of sweat dotting her face, stared wide-eyed with terror. Her large, almond-shaped eyes fixated on something unseen. Dressed in a rumpled white nightgown, she sat upright on a wooden bed in a dimly lit shack. Her hand clutched her chest, heart pounding with the remnants of a nightmare. In her mind, a vast, roiling river unfurled, its waters an inky abyss that mirrored the sinister glow of a crimson moon. Near the river's edge stood a towering shadowy figure, features obscured by darkness save for the eerie red glow of its eyes. The figure's voice whispered ominously, woven into the wailing of the wind that swept across the river's surface.