514 Sebastian the conqueror

[ An account of year 2 and 3 spent in the time chamber ] 

Max's days revolved around the sole task of harmonisation. From the early morning sunlight that swept across the plain, to the moonlit quietude that settled over the Time Chamber, Max would sit undisturbed, his every thought focused on melding his energy with the wind.

As the months rolled by, the subtle but significant progress made itself known. Max's energy started to vibrate at a frequency similar to the wind, harmonising in rhythm and tone. It was as if he was tuning his life's instrument to the grand orchestra of nature, aligning his very essence to the symphony of the wind.

In this state of meditative harmony, Max was more attuned to his surroundings than ever before. The whispering rustle of leaves, the tender play of the breeze on the tall grass, the unseen dance of the wind around him – everything was interconnected, and he was a part of this vast, interwoven tapestry.