"I'm not interested."
Daniel replied via soul transmission, his voice cold and laced with caution.
Kafka, however, didn't seem the least bit bothered by Daniel's guarded demeanor. Instead, he let out a soft laugh—one that echoed directly inside Daniel's mind.
"There's no need to be so tense, my friend. In this land of eternal silence, meeting someone capable of communication is cause for celebration."
"I've been observing you for quite some time."
Kafka continued speaking without pause.
"You've been collecting those unconscious fragments of soul. It must be for some special purpose, yes?"
Daniel didn't respond. He merely looked at Kafka silently, waiting for him to continue.
Kafka raised his hand, pointing toward the drifting masses of translucent souls in the distance.
"Those are merely the dust of this land—insignificant and scattered. The real treasure isn't here."
"Oh?" Daniel finally showed a flicker of interest. "And what treasure are you talking about?"
