"Look down," Tanzila said.
Tanvir did.
No shadow.
He froze.
"Where is it?"
Tanzila crouched beside him.
"Gone."
"That's not possible."
"Neither are you."
He looked around frantically.
Streetlights were on.
Objects cast shadows.
Everything… except him.
"What does this mean?" he asked.
Tanzila stood.
"It means you're detaching."
"From what?"
She looked straight into his eyes.
"Reality."
A group of police officers rushed past them toward another crime scene.
None of them noticed Tanvir.
None.
"Can they see me?" he whispered.
Tanzila didn't answer.
That was answer enough.
At the crime scene—
The symbol was evolving.
More complex.
More precise.
Tanvir stared at it intensely.
"I didn't draw this," he said.
Tanzila raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
His mind flickered.
Fragments.
Movements.
Intent.
"…No."
A horrifying realization settled in—
"I'm doing this… without being there."
Tanzila stepped closer.
"Not without being there."
She touched his chest.
"You're just no longer limited to one place."
Tanvir's breath slowed.
Something inside him… clicked.
"So I'm everywhere?"
"Not yet."
A pause.
"But you will be."