When the nebulae came to a halt. It stopped toward the same point. Jacob's hands were closed and his muscles felt weak from the constant strain he is subjected to.
His face was filled with beads of sweat that perspired all over his body.
The room was in an uproar, not having any resemblance to the orderliness it had before. It was actually hard to think the room that was now being held up by a miracle could be clean.
Jacob heaved deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. His hands were clenched tightly within each other. As he caught his breath it took a minute for him to come back to reality.
'I...Did..I-I do it?' Jacob wondered to himself. He was wondered while looking at his hands. He was afraid of failure but eventually cursed in frustration.
