GABRIELLA'S POV

Clarissa's delicate fingers carefully picked up the intricately crafted beads, each one shimmering with its own unique colors and patterns.

With a gentle touch, she adorned each of us with a bead, placing them on our left wrists and around our necks.

As she did so, her voice resonated with an otherworldly quality, carrying a melodic tone that seemed to be in perfect harmony with the universe.

"Zandakuwana Kulamana kiasendazia," she murmured softly, her eyes closed in ...