Adaeze, fragile and ghostly pale, beads of sweat glistening on her brow, her wide, almond-shaped eyes brimming with fear. She is clad in a simple white nightgown, slightly wrinkled from a night of restless slumber. The Shadowy Figure, a towering, enigmatic presence obscured by darkness, has glowing red eyes that pierce through the gloom, his outline barely discernible. Adaeze sits bolt upright on a wooden bed within a dimly lit hut, her hand gripping her chest as she confronts the dark phantom of her dream. A nightmarish scene unfolds in her mind: a vast, turbulent river, its inky black waters shimmering under the sinister glow of a blood-red moon. The figure hovers near the riverbank, his voice a haunting whisper blending with the fierce winds swirling around him.