The illusion was unlike any illusion Dhvani had fantasized about. She thought maybe the illusion would be from her life or Ajay's life. Or it could be some kind of abrupt scenery.
But the bustling city before her was totally not expected. There were peddlers, street hawkers, and many street stalls. The things sold here were very beautiful and had a fantasy feeling.
It felt dreamy.
Like when you recall a dream, you know the thing you saw was special but when you wake up, you wonder why you thought it was special.
It felt the same way to Dhvani.
She didn't understand if it felt special or not but she knew it should be special.
It also felt like she was seeing everything through a filter. A warm filter.
Dhvani shook her head.
"Do you see everything differently?"
She asked Tarsh.
"No," he replied.
"Okay."
Dhvani felt that it was her problem.
Ajay walked without squinting. There were no demigods with him.
