This should be my fifth day of staying alive in Carcosa.
But if I went by the passage of times in the real world, it should be my tenth day, since one day in this world was the equivalent of two.
"... To think that I had so much free time now that most of my activity is rendered inefficient with these hands."
I still had my 1000% multiplier for Manipulation, but it seemed like there was some sort of disconnect between my brain and this body that prevented me from performing my utmost dexterity like I usually do.
My hypothesis still lies on the incompatibility of Narcissus' brain piloting her own version of Valtherion vessel.
"You look a little bit carefree for someone of your stature."
Just as I was enjoying the sunlight and the breeze while my back was leaning on a tree, a certain lovely kilnalan sneaked up to me from above.
