"Be ready, because once I meet you, I would never let you go again,"
Izekiel curled his lips into a bright smile, and from the faint reflection of light in his eyes, Nesrin saw a deep shade of red.
Her heart quickened, and something urged her to move away from him, not because she feared this side of him...but because she feared how she might be able to run away if she stays too close to him.
Nesrin averted her gaze and murmured.
"How am I here?"
"I suppose you already know the answer,"
She had a vague idea, but that was a mere theory.
Nesrin had doubts that she might be able to use the element of spirit, precisely because she had transmigrated and thus she was connected to more than one realms in a way.
If the psychological realm of memory can be considered a different realm of existence, then it made sense for her to be there.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Does that means...I can dream travel?"
