Saving the People We Love

The golden light that filled the small hut seemed to dance on the plant fiber walls. Every corner was brightly lit, reflecting the shadows cast by the energy of The Golden Tree. My body floated so lightly, like a leaf in the wind. Gravity no longer affects my steps.

At the end of my floating journey, the thick bound book was waiting for me. I took it gently, even though its size was beyond my height. The power within me merges with this ancient book. The pages began to glow, radiating the magic hidden in scrolls of words thousands of years old. The thick cover opened gently, revealing pages that had been covered in dust for a long time.

My eyes swept along the letters, ghosting over the familiar words. Each character becomes a gateway to memories of the past with Canu, a friend who has gone. They become living paintings, framing the stories associated with these mysterious and unpredictable totems.

Meticulously, I sorted through the clues, trying to put the puzzle of life and death ba