Amidst the enthusiastic atmosphere of the classroom, there was a figure named Zeyn who seemed to be lost in negligence. Languidly, he sat lazily on his lecture bench, as if his presence was merely an overlooked shadow. His eyes were dull, focused on the activities outside the window that diverted his attention from his classmates' activities. The conversations of his friends sounded faint in his ears, but he wasn't particularly interested. His mind wandered, trapped in his own world created by his imagination.
Or perhaps what was in his mind wasn't just imagination? In reality, he was having a conversation. Even though he appeared silent on the outside, within his heart, there was also a dialogue. A conversation with a conversational partner who couldn't be seen by ordinary human eyes. That's how communication with the astral beings worked, as it was his spirit that spoke, not his mouth.
