The voice drifting down from mid-air caught Igor somewhat off guard. He looked around but failed to spot anything out of the ordinary...
Where had this voice come from? What had it told him not to confuse? Why did it speak just once and then vanish without a trace? What was it trying to achieve by being so elusive?!
Igor looked again at Kadi. Troubled, Kadi seemed clueless about the voice; he was still in a meditative state, apparently stuck on something and unable to move past it for the moment.
Igor understood that kind of pain. That entanglement was like a messy knot of rope you were trying to untangle. You couldn't find the end of the rope, and the harder you tried to undo it, the more tangled your clumsy hands made it, until it was an utter, hopeless mess...
