The next morning, Cyrus was gone.
I dressed up and went straight to the library along with Lilah.
She found a bunch of books related to the story of THE EYE and I thanked her for it, taking a deep breath before I dived in to read.
Two hours later and I’ve read three different stories related to Nylah.
Some called her the goddess of death.
Some say she is a nutcase.
And some says she is an angel.
They all have different versions of her and in all, there was one common thing. Her art pieces. She didn’t just have one of them.
The books talked about how every piece made by her somehow creeped people out. Every piece feels like a window. Look at any one them and you’d feel like they were looking right back at you.
Someone even claimed to have seen the balls of the eye statue move one
