The Bas Relief began to dissolve, morphing into soft, rolling clouds and shadowy figures, floating as if they were real. The intricate frame melted away, leaving only the surreal mist swirling around them.
Ayan stared at the transformation, his voice low and shaken. "You were right," he admitted, almost to himself. "Everything that happened to me… it was all my choices. Guru, Satpal, Laxmi, Adya… They died because of me. I killed them." The weight of his own words echoed in the room.
Nitya's gaze was unyielding, yet a hint of calm softened his voice. "Don't burden yourself with guilt."
Just then, Vlada drifted closer, her presence charged, gliding past Ayan with a look that lingered. She placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Forget what happened," she murmured. "We're together now. Look…"
