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As Uga Aka waned and Uga Chi emerged into existence, the deities looked upon the realm of mortals and sought clarity on dominion, on power, on their places in the unfolding cosmos. It was a time when each god would claim their rule, and when Agwu Nkwo, the sacred bird messenger, flew from the skies bearing petitions that would decide the fate of all. In the midst of that a decision that would change everything needed to be made: who would claim the moon? Amidst Gods and Goddesses, Oma (daughter of the earth, mother of the Igbo race) would rise to claim a birthright that would echo across eternity.
Sept opened his eyes to a world slightly out of focus, like a memory seen through fogged glass. His body lay crushed beneath the crumpled car. Yet here he stood, weightless, silent, driven. He returned to Verrani’s villa not as a man, but as a ghost. The door creaked open without touch. Time loosened. Secrets spilled like ink in water. Sept, the ghost now, watched with spectral eyes as the genius unraveled. And he wrote. With obsession. With love twisted into purpose.