The first rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, but Arjun's mind was still trapped in the mysterious dream.
The faint glowing mark on his wrist pulsed gently, as if reminding him that last night's events were no illusion.
A sudden breeze rustled the curtains, carrying a whisper he could not ignore.
"Follow the river…"
Arjun's pulse quickened. His instincts told him that someone—or something—was waiting for him, something impossible to ignore.
He stood up, muscles in his arms and shoulders tensing naturally. His eyes swept across the empty room, yet he could feel it—a presence, warm, magnetic, undeniably real.
Every step toward the unknown filled him with a mix of anticipation and excitement.
This was no ordinary day—this was the beginning of a journey that would test his courage, awaken hidden desires, and perhaps reveal the mysterious bond tying him to the unseen realm.
And as the wind brushed past him again, he smiled.
He was ready.