The midday sunlight slipped through the tall windows of the main study, dancing across the neatly stacked piles of documents. Behind the grand desk of smooth obsidian wood, Sylvia sat upright, her back slightly leaning, eyes focused on the latest report just delivered by an undead servant.
Though her face appeared calm, her mind wandered far. She wasn't sure when it began, but time in this world had started to feel too slow. Days passed in routines she went through without complaint, yet also without meaningful progress. This world, which had once felt foreign, now began to feel like a second home though one that still held distance, secrets, and empty spaces that couldn't quite be filled.
