Anything could be imagined if one was creative enough.
Thus, Henry stopped his ridiculous thinking. Ideas needed to be confirmed. Otherwise, they would remain as ideas.
The hazy soul changed into various shapes and beings. It assumed the form of Kisa and the other villagers.
"The fact that you don't know what happened to the others meant you failed to sync with them when you were isolated. It confirms my idea that you are singular entities acting as one…"
Henry felt excited. He stared at it for a bit and realized it couldn't break his soul cage.
He opened his body's eyes and ignored it for the meantime. He needed to find an opportunity to study it further.
"It's done."
Henry stood up.
Kisa's body was on the ground. She was breathing and looked like she was sleeping. She was no longer her former self.
