The illusory blueprints floating around Elua's meditation space looked like the nonsensical, fevered dreams of an abstract expressionist painter. Dozens of translucent overlays showed the so far tested energy mapping she'd done.
Each one of them was actually itself hundreds of snapshots of a different attempt at letting the energy settle on its own, a different configuration of an attempt to control it, and altogether different failures or partial successes. Articulated with a varied intensity mint glow where things were good and darkening violet where things were bad.
They flickered as semi-randomized 'slices' traded the information between them in search of things too complex to judge by focusing on the single failure or success. Because sometimes what worked for the start only required a small variation up the pathway to fail worse later on.
