Days passed. Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned to a month. On this day, Gwen was sitting cross-legged in a room of her Living Box, taking deep long breaths in and out.
There was something qualitatively different about her at that moment and anyone would be able to notice it. However, she still hadn't crossed that threshold to the Awakened Realm. It would take a bit more work for her to get there. But that was the thing with this place. Time was all they had, so they found useful ways to use it.
It wasn't just her who was making progress, everyone was. This was even more reason for her to work harder than ever. She had to become stronger not just for her and the people she had back on earth, but also for the person she was taking care of. A person whom she cared deeply about yet never found the time to truly voice it.
