Timeline: TC1853.05.03-04
Location: Seven Peaks - Central Plaza
Tomas Wei - First Night
The moss-covered walls breathed.
Tomas lay on his bunk in the outer disciple dormitory—fourth floor, eastern wing, shared room with five other commoners—and watched bioluminescent moss pulse with a gentle rhythm that matched his own heartbeat. Or maybe his heartbeat was matching the moss. Hard to tell which came first.
The architecture was alive.
He'd intellectually understood that when he'd first arrived yesterday afternoon. But understanding and experiencing were different things entirely. The dormitory had manifested furniture shaped to each occupant's body. The temperature adjusted itself based on comfort preferences he hadn't voiced. Water channels in the walls hummed with spiritual energy that made sleep feel deeper, more restorative than any rest he'd experienced in twenty-eight years of farming.
