Up in the air, a Tubian and an Ensifer stood stationary. They were about 270 kilometres above mean sea level, and a beautiful lotus supported the Tubian in the air. Standing apart by almost 13 metres, Gauthama stared at the triangular eye of the Ensifer. An amused expression was visible on his face. Wind blew and his long sleeve robe fluttered in the air. The black hair elegantly swayed in harmony. The silence in the air was too unbearable for any living being.
"@#|&%$+!~:+=\@&"
The Ensifer spoke non-stop in its dialect. Even Gauthama had a tough time deciphering it, as his head slightly tilted to right. His hands went behind his back, in revelation to the meaning. As the being took a pause, with arms crossed, Gauthama replied-
"I do not know you and I will not support your intentions. So I will have to ask you to leave this place."
