Suddenly, the cursor on the screen moved on its own, dragging the "Vegamovies" watermark into the center of the frame. It expanded, turning into a rotating, circular portal. The cramped cafe stall dissolved. The smell of cheap coffee was replaced by the scent of Himalayan snow and burning incense.
"Hindi, English, and the language of the Void," a voice whispered from the headphones, though they weren't plugged in. Suddenly, the cursor on the screen moved on
The man on the screen turned, his pixelated eyes locking onto Kabir’s. "The quality is low," the father-mage said, his voice crackling like a bad audio sync, "but the magic is real. Don't let the file delete, Kabir. If the cache clears, I’m gone forever." turning into a rotating