Around a few hours later, Ken stirred from his sleep. As his eyes opened, he could see the afternoon sun filtering in through the gaps in his curtains.
His eyesight was sharp, allowing him to see things that he couldn't before. Unconsciously he began to count the particles floating through the air while maintaining his focus on the spinning fan.
Ken's mind began to work in ways that he never thought was possible.
All the information that his brain would subconsciously ignore or disregard was readily available to him in that moment.
'W-What the hell is this?'
He marveled in the new sensation for a few moments, drinking in the feeling. Yet he frowned in the next moment.
His eyes began to feel strained, causing a headache to appear out of nowhere.
'Mika, what's happening to me?' Ken asked, feeling slightly panicked.
[User is using his full mental capacity to examine the room. This will lead to mental fatigue if overused.]
