Tanvir heard her even when she wasn't there.
Not Tanzila.
Something else.
A voice beneath his thoughts.
"You're finally listening," it whispered.
"I never stopped," Tanvir replied.
The voice chuckled.
"You used to hesitate."
"I used to feel."
"And now?"
Tanvir paused.
"…Now I understand."
Tanzila found him sitting in an empty room.
Walls covered in symbols.
Hundreds of them.
Each slightly different.
Each… evolving.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Learning the language."
"Of what?"
Tanvir looked at her.
"Reality."
She stepped closer, disturbed.
"You're writing faster than before."
"I'm remembering faster."
Tanzila's voice softened.
"Tanvir… you're losing yourself."
He shook his head.
"No. I'm removing what was never me."
Suddenly—
All the symbols on the wall moved.
Shifting.
Rewriting themselves.
Tanzila gasped.
"This isn't possible…"
Tanvir smiled faintly.
"It wasn't."
The symbols formed a single phrase.
Not in words—
But in meaning.
And somehow, she understood it.
"Everything ends when I decide."
She stepped back.
Fear finally settling in.
"This isn't you."
Tanvir stood slowly.
"No," he said calmly.
"It's the truest version of me."