Adam sat comfortably in a simple chair within his room, the afternoon light filtering through the window blinds, casting striped shadows across the floor. He was engaged in a casual, ongoing conversation with Pratham, though Pratham wasn't physically present.
Their communication flowed easily through their established mental link, a common occurrence. The room was quiet otherwise, filled only with the low murmur of Adam's side of the conversation.
Suddenly, a disruption occurred near the center of the room. Sona materialized, shimmering into view not on the floor, but hovering several feet above it.
She—or perhaps it—appeared as a being of condensed light, humanoid in vague outline but ethereal and translucent. She drifted directly towards Adam, her luminous form bobbing slightly in the air.
"Adam," Sona's voice resonated, not through the air, but directly within Adam's mind, a slight tremor running through the usually smooth mental tone. "I am… feeling something unusual."
