The next morning arrived with the kind of crystalline clarity that made everything seem sharp-edged and significantly better.
Creed woke to find sunlight streaming through the villa's one way transparent walls, the magical illumination having shifted overnight from the soft blues and purples of evening to the bright golds and whites of dawn.
It looked mesmerizing.
The hovering bed had indeed proven to be remarkably stable and responsive to various forms of stress testing, much to everyone's satisfaction.
In fact, it even increased the vibrations, collisions and made the experience one of a kind.
It was truly worth it!
This morning, not only had he managed to knit for a whole 60 seconds, the explosion from failure had been milder than before!
He was making good progress!
After a quick breakfast and the kind of morning routine that had become familiar over their last few weeks, Creed made his way toward the designated meeting point for the Year 1 elite class.
