Inside the enormous cubic data terminal in the center of the room, the Silver-Haired Girl floated with her eyes closed in the liquid-like streams of data, like a sleeping beauty. Countless streams slowly repaired her wounded consciousness.
And Lynn.
Had already been living there for three days.
Today, he had finally earned enough points to furnish Silver Fantasy's room.
So he bustled in and out, bringing in all kinds of furniture piece by piece and arranging them neatly around the room. Of course, he occasionally tripped, and he scratched his head in frustration as he sketched designs over and over in his notebook, trying to figure out how to make it look like a proper home.
But thanks to his efforts.
The room, which had originally resembled a cold prison, gradually gained a little life and warmth.
You could hear the wind blowing through the window, see the stars shining in at night, and hear the occasional crackle of firewood in the fireplace.
He had turned this prison into a cozy little home.
Then he waited and waited.
Curled up in a chair, he fell sound asleep out of sheer boredom.
The tranquility of night descended.
Although everything was merely the Data World's simulation of the civilization's early days, once you truly immersed yourself in it, you almost felt as though you had returned to that era.
And in the silence of that night.
The sounds of the data terminal's repairs slowly ceased. As the data streams faded, the Silver-Haired Girl's toes slowly touched the floor inside the vessel, and her consciousness awakened from its slumber. She did not know why, but despite all her wounds, she had been spared the nightmares of the past during these last few days-a rare reprieve.
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