Serendipitous Nexus: The Fateful Encounter (Part 7)

(In another dimension)

My body was in another place. I was in my astral form.

I regained consciousness only to find myself in what seemed to be a dream world, detached from reality. 

As I looked in my surroundings, an unexpected orb of light appeared behind me, sparking both curiosity and caution. My wariness led me to keep my distance from the mysterious entity.

I was thinking if I could touch it or talk with it because I could sense life within it.

To my astonishment, the orb began to speak, dispelling some of my apprehension. "Don't worry. I don't harbor any ill intentions toward you."

Startled by the fact that this orb could communicate, I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. "Huh?! It can talk?! What exactly are you?"

Driven by my curiosity, I cautiously approached the orb, my hand reaching out to touch it. The moment my fingertips made contact, a profound sensation enveloped me. It was as if my soul soared through the cosmos, a sensation both awe-inspiring and mind-bending. "Wahhh~" 

In the grip of this overwhelming experience, I marveled at the feelings flooding my senses. It has a calm and soothing feeling but nostalgic. The orb emanated a tranquil and soothing aura, tinged with a sense of familiarity. Amidst this emotional torrent, I felt anger, sadness, bitterness, despair, and… happiness. 

As a single tear traced down my cheek, I found myself back in the empty space, realizing that my hand still rested upon the orb.

Suddenly, I comprehended the profound impact of touching the orb, and I quickly withdrew my hand, almost startled by what it had done. 

"It's rather impolite to touch someone without permission." The orb of light's words, although gentle, struck me with a sense of guilt.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry. I... well, I didn't really think before touching." I expressed my remorse, recognizing my lack of consideration in my eagerness to explore this enigmatic entity. But My mind was racing with questions. 

"Where am I… What is this thing and how do I get out of here?"

However, before I could voice any of my inquiries, the orb seemed to grasp my thoughts and interrupted my contemplation. "I understand you must have so many questions. But there is no time for that. I have to tell you. Someone is attempting to indulge into your source of power. You must stop it before it is too late."

Taken aback by the orb's urgency and its seemingly intimate knowledge of my concerns, I found myself focusing on its words. The gravity of the situation settled upon me as I considered the implications of an external force meddling with my abilities.

"Wait, someone's trying to access my power? What power do you mean?" Before my question gets the answer, I feel my body is being pulled back by something. 

The only thing that I heard from that orb of light was, "The answer is within you." His words left me confused without knowing what I should do.

-To be continued-

Without understanding the true meaning behind those words, the young toddlers ought to believe or not. He might wonder if that was only a dream but deep inside, he knew it might be true for what had happened to him and he was afraid of what was coming. Maybe it is better for him to think it is going to be fine and not to overthink but his faith has already been determined. 

Amidst the swirl of uncertainty, the young toddlers found themselves at a crossroads of belief. The words spoken by the orb of light lingered in their minds, tantalizing yet enigmatic. Doubt and wonder danced together, as if engaged in a silent debate over the authenticity of this ethereal encounter.

Oruvan's rational mind whispered that it could have been a mere dream — a creation of his own imagination or perhaps a manifestation of his anxieties and fears. After all, dreams were known for their ability to weave the fantastical and the impossible, blurring the line between reality and the realm of the subconscious.

Yet, as he sifted through the fragments of memory, Oruvan couldn't escape the unsettling feeling that those moments held a resonance beyond mere dreamscape. The vivid sensations, the cryptic guidance, and the profound emotions he had experienced in that ephemeral realm etched an indelible mark upon his consciousness. His heart held onto the possibility that it might not have been a mere dream, that the orb of light had imparted something of significance.

Caught between skepticism and a burgeoning belief, Oruvan grappled with his own thoughts. His apprehensions and fears loomed large, casting shadows over his hopes and aspirations. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, and he couldn't help but question the nature of the journey he was embarking upon.

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