“I am hungry. Let’s cook some pasta,” thought Aastha before cooking her favorite meal.

“I want to try something interesting. Reading a novel might help me with my creative appetite,” she ponders.

Excitedly, she reads her favorite genre when she envisions certain things. She begins -

“As I move through the dark corners of the tunnel, the dreaded spider mobs welcome me with their “other guests”. A bright beam of light glowing into a thousand splinters forges in with great pride unleashing its motive of tearing the density of the ever so mysterious clouded mist. Heavy spells of moist dampen the cracked walls, leaving room for morbid and mosses to...