Chapter Sixty Two

Songbird was strolling through the 'haze'.

At the point when she was glimpsing outside from inside the haze, the external world was just bicolor, highly contrasting.

The lines which were initially the boundaries of things were never again very clear.The boundaries of straight lines, broken lines, and bended lines became equivocal, similar to an image painted by a youngster..

This sort of feeling was to some degree hard to express; Songbird consumed a large chunk of the day to get comfortable with how to recognize the lines. In the event that Songbird utilized her power accurately, she wouldn't be limited by anything while at the same time strolling through the haze. In any event, for something like a wall, simply taking a gander at it from a somewhat unique point would be sufficient to track down a way through, however while taking a gander at it in reality, there would not be an entry.

In the haze, all over, front and back were not generally a decent idea, they changed into one anoth