His eyes returned to normal.
Where the hell am I? Have I ended up in some other world again? And that figure… who was it?
Oh God, I am going to lose my mind. One minute I am speaking in a completely different language, and now… who is this? Whose body is this?
This is not me.
Ayan quickly glanced at himself in the mirror, and at that very moment, someone entered the room.
"So, you are finally awake," his mother said. "Now hurry up. Go brush your teeth and eat something, son. Sleep is good, but too much of it is not. Come downstairs after a while. Do you really think it looks good to stay locked inside the room all day?"
So that woman was the boy's mother.
Ayan was not very hungry anymore. It was the kind of hunger you feel in the morning, right after waking up from sleep. Mild, distant, barely there. Maybe that was because the boy had eaten properly the night before.
Ayan was slowly chewing his food when his attention drifted to the window. The scene outside unsettled him. A wide, dilapidated stone road stretched across the landscape, its surface scarred by countless footsteps and wagon wheels. Sturdy wooden carts rumbled past, their wheels groaning under the weight of their well-dressed passengers. The occupants were hidden behind fluttering curtains, rarely glancing at the world passing by.
Along the roadside, ordinary people walked at a leisurely pace. They walked in pairs, whispering to each other. Their clothes were simple, their gait unhurried.
The scene was imbued with a sense of antiquity. Not of ruin, but simply of age, as if life here had continued uninterrupted in the same manner long before Ayan's arrival.
After finishing his meal, he came downstairs, carrying the plate with him.
Let's explore this world a little, he thought.
But where should I even go? I will take some money from Hobin's mother, then I will go to the market.
Hobin is the boy's name, and Ayan is inside him.
Mom, I need some money. I want to go to the market.
How much money do you need, son?
Eight caraam will be enough.
His mother's face fell slightly, and Ayan understood at once that this family's financial condition was not good.
Damn, money is a problem in every world. This thing is universal. No, multiversal. Forget it. If there is no money here, at least there will be respect. Back in my own home, I did not have any respect at all, Ayan thought.
Son, take three caraam and four cents for now.
Alright, Mom.
Hobin's mother felt very bad that she could not even give her child enough money properly.
Currency:
1 Gold Caraam = 1000 Caraams
1 Caraam = 10 Cent
He left the house to go to the market.
Oh wow, there are so many butterflies here. My whole mood just freshened up.
When he entered the market, he saw a cluster of huts lined along narrow paths. The place was alive with noise and movement. Old men, young boys, and children mingled with people of every kind. There were many girls as well, and the moment Ayan saw them, his mood instantly felt fresh.
He wandered around the market but didn't buy anything. While roaming aimlessly, he accidentally bumped into a girl.