A white, shadowy figure sat on an old, broken throne, his chin resting thoughtfully on his palm. The ruins around him were swallowed by an eerie, endless void. His faintly glowing aura pulsed with a soft white light, and the moment I saw it, I froze. My mind was flooded with thoughts of Ashok, his hands, Narmis—everything whirled in a dizzying haze.
Then, without warning, he rose, his movements smooth and deliberate, and began walking toward me. The air seemed to hum as he approached. When he stopped before me, he lifted his face.
"Child… calm down," he said, his voice low but soothing, carrying a strange weight of authority and warmth. "I am telling you everything. I will answer all your questions."
A wave of relief washed over me, my body felt lighter, my mind clearer, yet one question burned brighter than all the others. Who are you? A ghost? I thought.
"You are in your subconscious," he said. "Ashok is alright. Don't worry."
"But… who are you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"I am… what you might call a ghost," he replied. "Call me the Ghost."
We spoke for ten minutes. The conversation twisted and turned in directions I couldn't fully grasp; it made no sense, yet it unsettled me in the right way.
Finally, I asked, "Why are you here, Ghost?"
"To remind you of your purpose," he said simply.
I tried to respond hastily. "Oh, I know my purpose—"
He cut me off, his tone sharper, impatient. "Okay… then tell me."
I struggled, words faltering. I couldn't articulate my purpose. He studied me for a long moment before asking, "Vayujit… do you know about the Ten Skies?"
"Yes," I answered cautiously.
"You, Vayujit, will be the master of all. You have a great purpose. You cannot lose. You cannot die. One day, you will leave this world behind. For now… live a life worth remembering."
"But… I have no pathway. I am not strong," I confessed.
"Humans of this era are fools," he whispered, voice darkening, almost mocking. "Mindless… just like you. Yet… you have a pathway."
I leaned forward, desperate. "Then tell me… what is it?"
He stepped closer, his aura flaring, shadows twisting like living smoke. In a voice deep, ancient, and terrifyingly certain, he said…
"Me."
Part 2 comming tommorow....