The pre-dawn light was still weak, but within Avantika’s room, a new energy crackled. Aradhya, heart pounding, leaned into the painting, tracing the faint lines Avni had pointed out. The abstract beauty of "The Whispers of the Delta" now held a profound, almost sacred geometry.

“It’s like an overlay,” Aradhya murmured, her finger moving across the canvas. “See how these roots form a path, then branch off towards this cluster of glowing lotuses? And then, this dark patch… it’s like a hidden cove.”