Inside the timeless realm of the System Space, just like before he sat quietly. This time too, the new mentor had not arrived immediately. Instead, the vast emptiness around him granted him days—maybe weeks, though time was meaningless here—to practice, experiment, and struggle with his craft. The previous lessons weighed heavily on him, especially Monet's teachings on color and emotion.
He stood before a new canvas, stretched taut and pristine, its white expanse blank and inviting. His hands rested lightly on the wooden frame, fingers twitching with anticipation. The vivid memory of his last session with Monet lingered like a soft glow behind his eyelids—the way light had waltzed with color, the emotions Monet coaxed forth with every brushstroke. That lesson still hummed inside him, the subtle interplay of light and atmosphere now etched deeply into his creative spirit.