LAZARTHANS

With her eyes closed, Nana allowed herself to be guided by this new sensation. Slowly the word begins to fade, and the countless threads around her shimmered materializing properly in the air, looking delicate and ethereal connecting into the far distance.

Previously they were more like illusions, but now, if anyone was there to observe, they would be able to see the threads and believe that they were real.

The more Nana continued to concentrate on these threads around her, the more solidified they became. Some weaved a complex shape that looked like chains, and yet, they were made of threads. These complex weaved threads stretched before Nana and wrapped around her figure.

The moment it did this, Nana had a feeling that the threads were related to her. She could tell that these threads were trying to whisper secrets to her mind, and all she had to do was them in.