Chapter 5: Whispers of Concealed Truths

Sarang found himself entwined in a web of conversations within the Nexus of the Classic System's intricate chambers. Like a thread in a tapestry, each interaction wove a story of secrets and revelations that tugged at the edges of his understanding. Rohtak led him through corridors lined with masked figures, their gazes hidden behind enigmatic glass visors. The air hummed with a symphony of murmurs, conversations that seemed to exist in whispered fragments of truth. Sarang's heart raced, his curiosity yearning to decipher the coded conversations that enveloped him.As he passed by one hushed cluster, he overheard a voice murmuring about the pink shards. "The pink fragments are more than just menders," the voice intoned, "they hold the whispers of forgotten realities, echoes of what once was."Rohtak noticed Sarang's intrigue and offered a knowing smile. "Every shard carries a story," he explained. "The colours, the fractures – they hold the history of the world that once existed." Sarang's mind whirred with questions. He longed to unravel the tales concealed within the fragments. His steps took him to another corner, where a masked figure spoke of the blue shards. "Beware the blue," they cautioned. "The fragments that amplify the fracture unravelling the reality we've carefully crafted."As Sarang absorbed these conversations, he felt a weight of responsibility. The enigma of the shards wasn't just about illusion – it held the power to rewrite the very fabric of existence. His path seemed to align with a larger purpose, and the conversations etched a map of intrigue in his mind.The day wore on, each exchange deepening his connection to the enigmatic world of the NoC. As evening approached, Sarang found himself in a chamber lined with relics of shattered glass, a mosaic of forgotten stories. One masked figure caught his attention, whispering, "The red shards, young one, hold the key to creation and destruction."Rohtak guided him away before Sarang could inquire further, leaving a sense of mystery in the air. The sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting shadows across the Nexus, and the chamber's lights flickered as if playing a part in an unfolding drama. As Sarang's day drew close, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the verge of uncovering secrets beyond his imagination. Like threads of fate, the conversations had woven a tale of intricacies and hidden truths, and the suspense of the unknown loomed over him. And so, as the Nexus of the Classic System settled into the embrace of night, Sarang's thoughts swirled with anticipation. The whispers of the concealed shards seemed to echo in his mind, a tantalizing enigma that begged for answers. The questions were aplenty, but the true nature of the journey remained shrouded in suspense, leaving Sarang poised on the brink of discovery...