It was well past two in the morning when Martin finally returned to his lakeside villa. The cool breeze sweeping across the lake greeted him as he stepped out into the open garden at the back of the house.
He didn't bother going to bed—sleep felt unnecessary. Instead, he settled himself in the grassy clearing, gazing up at the night sky. His mind was clear, the thoughts of the night's meeting still fresh, but he set them aside for now.
As the minutes passed, Martin let his consciousness drift into a meditative state. Though the optimal time for meditation was long ahead—between four and six in the morning—he didn't care.
This was more of a resting period for him, a way to center himself in the silence of nature. Life-force didn't flow as strongly outside the prime hours, but Martin wasn't seeking replenishment right now.
He treated this meditation more like a short nap, letting his body and mind recharge for the day ahead.
