Chapter: The Gift of skill
The faint hum of the room's ambient light filled the space where Adam still sat on his chair, motionless yet focused.
The screen of his phone glowed softly in front of him, where Pratham's avatar stood, waiting patiently with quiet determination.
The silence around Adam was heavy, yet it wasn't oppressive. The room felt like a still canvas upon which something monumental was about to be painted.
Suddenly, Adam's lips curved into a smile—a quiet, subtle sign of the clarity that had just struck him. "I've thought of a brilliant idea," he said, his voice carrying a newfound confidence.
At the sound of his words, Sona and Tayo, who had been hovering silently near Adam, exchanged delighted glances.
Their small, glowing forms flitted through the air with a renewed sense of energy, their wings buzzing softly as they smiled in unison.
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