Video - Whispers of the Cursed Tome

The air crackled with a sinister energy as Evander entered the abandoned library. Dust motes danced like phantoms in the dim light, and the smell of rotting paper clawed at his throat. He heard it then—a spine-chilling whisper emanating from the shadows between the shelves. "Read me," it beckoned, a voice both ancient and hungry. Against his better judgment, Evander reached for the lone tome glowing ominously on a pedestal. As he opened it, inked words slithered off the page, wrapping around his wrists like living chains. With a final, agonized scream, he vanished, forever trapped within the book's malevolent embrace.