On a small island submerged within a sea of clouds, there stood a small cabin with humble origins. And within that cabin, a man sat cross-legged, submerged in deep concentration.
'This isn't right…where is that feeling…'
His thoughts raced constantly, unable to slow down for even a second. That feeling used to be so vague, but after a month of tireless effort, he was getting closer and closer to realizing it.
"Haa…" The man's eyes slowly opened, revealing a mix of amethyst and red as he sighed in frustration.
'Failed this time as well…but I'm close. If I just stumble upon a single spark to guide my way, I'll get there in an instant.'
He shook off his thoughts and stood up, exiting the cabin and going to sit at the shore of the small lake outside. As he did so, he stared past the trees blocking his vision into the cloud layer outside.
'Phew…to think it's been an entire month. That old lady still won't let me leave.'