For the following hour I had left in system space I decided to just continue cultivating my qi.
I started with a breathing exercise, exhaling and inhaling at regular intervals, after doing this I decided to perform Qi Gong.
The dance was inspired by ballet, my mother who had taught me this dance used to be a ballerina in her prime years, before meeting my dad, of course.
The dance made me feel sombre with the melancholic nature of this dance, so I found it hard to execute the dance.
Especially, when I would I would remember my mother in her hospital bed, unresponsive, stiff and the peaceful smile that rested on her lips.
The butterfly dance in its original terms required a great deal of balance and hyper concentration. Extending the arms would push the meridians through my pathways which were like the veins of my body.
Cultivating felt like exercising, only that the more you exercised this technique the more control you gained.
