The days that followed settled into a boring, but useful, pattern of the same things over and over. It wasn't dull, but it wasn't dangerous either, and that was just what Morena wanted.
Morena's routine had remained unchanged since the start of the classes, and even now it had only become tighter as her Matrix drew closer to completion. Meditation before dawn, classes when they appeared, study sessions when necessary, and long stretches of isolation where she focused entirely inward.
Her mind adapted quickly.
Her body, on the other hand, wasn't as keen to adapt, taking its time to change.
Each meditation cycle had gotten easier, to the point where she could enter and exit meditation in mere minutes, where before the elemental energy had felt scattered and resistant, now it moved with intention, flowing into her mental space and gathering around the growing structure at its center.
The void inside her mind was no longer empty.
It had taken shape and form.
