THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━ ..PERTINACIOUS..
(adj.) Determined to continue doing something unyielding. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
"Why do all the books speak of conjectures?"
She pushed the book in a force that made its tinted pages shift massively enough to get closed with a thud.
"Too tired of all these 'might be' and 'could be' clauses. Ugh!" She cupped her head to massage her temples only to let her face lie buried in her palms.
"Pip pip! The formless world is always a theory. None have ever gone there in real. There are no valid statements ever and I warned you about this before." She knitted the needle down the circle framed fabrics as she spoke.
Prompt minutes of silence washed over the walls.
"Ah! Sere. Come over!"
"Mora! I'm sewing the back stitches now. Can't move." She twisted the raven threads in a loop over the needle.
Mordana flinched her fingers while a smirk graced her right lips. "Then let me keep up the fact that meet our reality!"
"You know the key to knock my interests. But I can't let a second ruin my quarter day's endeavour. Get me a minute, let me-" A sudden metal click made her tighten the lips.
"Seems like someone is being shooed away by her passion. Curious!"
Without any commotion, she threw the things over the ironed wooden bedside ledges. She tidied her floral pyjama while looping her locks in a braid.
"What's the deal?" Her voice crossed as she neared her smirky-teasy mate.
"This not so named book with hefty pages speaks about taste and ghost. Herein it tells that sweet taste portends a tender soul. Remember? Madame Rohana declared that these ogres were tots. Matches!"
"Wait!" Serephina flipped the book to its worn-out first pages. Flipping through the first pages and section breakers, she caught sight of an eight circle sphere endowed with intricate geometric designs in it. The crawling serpents interlaced to bite each other's end made her know what book it was. "This is the dogma of divination. You got this from Galene's library?"
"Yes, where else?" Mordana shrugged as her brows stiffened.
"Okay! So what else do 'the taste and ghost' have in store?"
"Should I read the verses or tell you the interpretation?"
"The later."
"It states that there are five tastes. We know the sweet one. After that, it is written that sour is for the furious soul, salty for fearsome or fear struck soul, bitter for the dominant soul, astringent for the lethal soul."
