Rohan sat in his room his fingers wrapped tightly around a pen, but he wasn't writing.
The documents before him a set of economic reforms, infrastructure plans, trade agreements but for some reason his mind was not feeling at ease.
As if something was about to end.
His mind suddenly started doing recaps.
He had fought, bled, and sacrificed for this dream India, strong and unyielding, standing as a beacon of power in the world.
He was close, just a few decades, a few more battles of will and diplomacy, and it would all fall into place.
Then, the world went dark.
It wasn't sleep.
It wasn't unconsciousness.
It was something else entirely.
One moment, he was in his room
The next, he was in a space that defied all logic.
A vast expanse of light stretched infinitely in all directions, neither warm nor cold, neither welcoming nor hostile.