They kept walking.
But now—
The peace was gone.
Something had changed.
Leon spoke again.
"...Do you think…"
"…someone created this world too?"
Asad didn't answer immediately.
Then—
"...Everything has an origin."
Leon frowned.
"...So we escaped one story…"
"…just to enter another?"
Asad shook his head.
"...No."
"...This one isn't written."
Leon looked confused.
"...Then why did the sky glitch?"
Asad stopped again.
Closed his eyes.
Focused.
And then—
He felt it.
A presence.
Faint.
Distant.
But real.
"...Because someone tried to look inside."
Leon froze.
"...Inside… our world?"
Asad opened his eyes.
"...Yeah."
"...Like we once looked outside ours."
Silence.
Leon whispered—
"...Another… writer?"
Asad didn't deny it.