I started to walk toward home, the cool night breeze caressing my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that still lingered from our passionate encounter. The streets of the quiet neighborhood were almost deserted, the only sounds being the distant hum of a car engine and the rustling of leaves. The moon was a sliver in the sky, casting just enough light to guide my way.
I notice while I walking, someone following me. I turn around and see a shadowy figure, but when I blink, it's gone. "Priya playing tricks?" I wondered to myself, but the feeling of unease didn't dissipate. The wind picked up, carrying a faint scent of jasmine with it—a scent that was not from the flowers in the garden but from the candles in our hotel room. "Am I just imagining things?" I questioned, shaking off the eerie sensation.
L: "Master! Some spiritual being followed you. You need to active your Spirit Eye for seeing it.]
L responded for my thoughts.
