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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the school roof as Zazm leaned against the brick wall of the school, his mind racing with excitement.

He had just finished a particularly enlightening session of experimentation with the threads he had begun to see.

The intricate patterns of energy flowing from living beings had captivated him, and he felt a surge of inspiration. It's been nearly 3 weeks and he was as dedicated as one could get. He wanted to discover everything about them.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of activity for Zazm. He dedicated every spare moment to studying the threads, often losing track of time as he immersed himself in his research.

He would sit in his room, surrounded by textbooks on energy manipulation, at first he thought he need to understand energy and how it works, for him to better understand these threads but they weren't particularly helpful.

He sat his eyes glued to the intricate patterns that danced before him. He had found a quiet corner of his room where he could focus without distractions.

He would close his eyes and visualize the threads, imagining them flowing out from his own body, he had started noticing that every second, millions of threads flow out of every living thing.

He began to see them in greater detail, he can finally see their colours, not completely clearly but clear enough to understand. Their colors shifting and changing based on the emotions and energies of those around him.

He started with his own threads, observing them closely. He noticed that when he was excited, the threads appeared vibrant and stable, glowing with a warm golden hue.

But when he felt anxious or stressed, the threads would move faster and will become dim. Same way when he was angry or frustrated, the threads would vibrate a lot and their color will change to bright red. They will become chaotic.

This observation led him to believe that the state of one's mind and emotions directly affected the appearance of threads.

"Interesting," he muttered to himself one evening, jotting down notes in his journal. He made sure to write everything down, from the smallest details.

"It seems like the threads are a reflection of our inner selves. If I can understand how they change, I might be able to decipher what they mean."

Zazm then turned his attention to Jahanox's threads. He recalled the day they had discovered their marks and how Jahanox's threads had appeared different from his own.

They had been more erratic, disappearing and reappearing as if they were struggling to find stability. "It's weird, I haven't seen a single person whose threads are like this."

Determined to understand this phenomenon, Zazm began to experiment with visualization techniques. He would sit cross-legged in the corner of his room, breathing deeply and focusing on the threads, imagineing their flow their colour and their reaction to different environments.

When he was relaxed, or when he was having fun with his friends,the threads would glow with a warm orange light and would move jump and dance playfully like they are also a part of all the fun.

Each time he imagined something, the threads reacted to it. No matter what it was from the smallest emotion they were like a physical representation of ones thoughts.

His mind suddenly drifted to the memories of his childhood, his past and how he used to live, a pang of sudden sadness washed over him. His threads suddenly slowed down to a considerable amount.

"Woah!" He exclaimed as this was the first time he saw them act like that, but as he got excited his threads went back to normal again.

"So the stronger the emotion the more it'll affect the threads." The more he dug into them the more they seem to open up to him.

As a few more weeks passed away, Zazm's understanding deepened. He had now began to see colours clearly. He can now understand the emotions of people and how they are feeling.

"I don't have to stare weirdly at people now, haha" he let out a dry laugh as he looked back to the days he had spent in solitude.

During this time he barely talked to his friends or went to his club. He was completely isolated totally focused on his research. He sat down on his desk and picked up the journal he was recording everything in.

"Hmm... It's a lot of improvement.... I think I might be able to do 'that' now," he shut the journal with a loud 'thud' noice and got up.

He looked at the clock and after seeing the time his gaze slightly widened, "Damn.. it's 1 in the morning, my sleep schedule is so messed up." He spoke in wryling tone.

He went to bathroom and splashed some water on his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and suddenly he saw a thread carefreely moving.

It wasn't anything new, he see millions of threads every other minute but the reason this thread caught his attention was, "1 day or perhaps 2... They only have that long to live."

The threads was fluctuating like crazy, throughout all these weeks Zazm had seen several of these threads. At first, it didn't matter to him much but now they seemed to make him feel a pang of guilt for not being able to do anything.

Splashh

He splashed a lot of water on his face and looked at his reflection staring at him, his shirt was wet from sudden bath he just gave himself. "I dont have time for this," he clapped his face between his hands.

He changed his shirt and got rid of all the unnecessary thoughts and went to sleep. The next morning, he woke up as usual and got dressed for his school uniform.

Dark circles under his eyes were prominent, "Ah... Not good. I'll rest for today." He wasn't able to rest that much during past 2 months and the fatigue was now catching up to him.

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Zazm entered the classroom, the teacher glanced at Zazm with a disappointed look, "Zazm Mystic you are 15 mins late." His tone strict and serious.

'He has some personal beef with me, I'm sure of it, I'm only 5 mins late,' "What are you thinking about in so depth? Go and take your seat." The teacher pointed towards his seat.

"I'm sorry for being late," Zazm apologized and got seated. He quickly leaned back on his seat, 'that was really interesting' the reason he got late was because he saw a new type of thread just now.

"Yoo, Zazm?" Zazm looked Infront of him and Leo was there his voice barely above a whisper, Zazm leaned forward to hear him out.

"Sup, man?" Leo looked at Zazm, dark circles under his eyes as clear as day. "Are you not getting enough sleep?" Leo spoke in a concerned tone.

"Or if it's something else... You can talk to me, man," Zazm was a little surprised when he saw his threads were moving a little faster than usual. He understood he may have caused them to worry.

Zazm smiled and put a hand on Leo's shoulder, "Ya think there is something that can make me stress out? It's just I had been a little busy lately."

Rina who was sitting beside Zazm was quietly listening up until now decided to enter the conversation, "I think I get it, we have exams at the end of this month. It's only natural that Zazm will be busy."

Leo raised a finger signing he understood what she meant, "Ah... I see afterall Zazm and Jahanox are best friends and rivals. Say Zazm did you finally decided to focus on other subjects aswell this time?"

Rina leaned on her desk, "Man, this sucks. It was already hard for me to get into top 10 and now Zazm is preparing for other subjects aswell and we also have new and smarter people compared to middle school."

Leo let out a small chuckle before continuing, "You know, I thought Zazm wouldn't change in highschool but looks like he changed."

Zazm was listening to their conversation with every word his face turned paler, 'FUCKKK.. I FORGOT ABOUT THE EXAMSS,' he was so immersed in his research he completely forgot about the exams. 'WHAT CAN I DO?'

"So are you done with the entire syllabus?" Rina asked, "Ofcourse, you know me. Studying in the last days is just an headache. This time I wrapped it all up."

Zazm simply shrugged with his hands his smile widening, 'I'M ROYALLY FUCKED....' though he was smiling on the outside, he was fighting demons inside his head.

If someone else was able to see his threads they will faint from the way they were moving. They were moving so fast that it was hard to catch up with their speed and there colour had become as pale as his own.

'I think..... I can bid farewell to my rest." Zazm fell down on his desk. He knew the next few days are not gonna be easy not even in the slightest.

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