Aryan sat in silence, his legs crossed and his hands resting lightly on his knees. His breathing slowed as he entered a meditative rhythm, drawing each breath deeper and slower than the last.
He closed his eyes, surrendering his senses one by one to the quiet within him. His mind became still, like a lake undisturbed by wind, his awareness gradually slipping past the physical world and into the depths of his subconscious.
With each breath, he felt himself drifting further, a weightless sensation taking over. His body felt distant, fading away until he was left with only his mind, floating through an endless darkness within.
There was something surreal about the experience, as if he was navigating the space between dreams and reality, slipping through the boundaries of his own consciousness.
