A tattoo, I've been studying the gray line for several days and that's the conclusion I've come to.

It's as if I had been tattooed with that paint that has conductive properties. However, the tattoo artist was afraid of running out of ink and made a simple thin line that is incapable of conducting the amount of magic I need. That said, I still don't understand if the line is internal or external. I mean, unlike the dream, all I can see with the mental map are lights, not textures, so all I see is a line flickering over an object devoid of light. That object is me.

Other than that, I now have to figure out how to make that line thicker or create more lines. I have some ideas, but I'm worried about their execution.

I think the safest way to do it is calmly, letting the energy I absorb stimulate the line and gradually expand it. There's already a precedent that this works, so there's no doubt about it. The downside to this is that it will take too long before I reach my goal. Additionally, I must find a way for the magic to flow automatically.

Basically, I need to create a magic pump or sustainable magic? In any case, I foresee that I'll need a lot of time, and if I could shorten the time in this stage, it would be great. Which brings me to the second way of doing it.

If the line is a conductive tattoo and not something like a vein, I might try tattooing myself. The ink has to be the magic, so I could go that route. But I have some concerns about it; should I tattoo over skin, flesh, organs or should I tattoo over the entire cardiovascular system?

If it's the latter, I have no idea what the entire cardiovascular system is like. Although I hope it's just me overthinking things.

Before my body was rebuilt, I couldn't even feel energy, so I also considered the possibility that the gray line I saw might be genetic, something that can't be modified, some kind of magical root or whatever. But I discarded that possibility, first because I already proved that it can be expanded and second because that possibility does not suit me. expanded and second because that possibility does not suit me.

I could try to force this line to expand, but from past experiences, I know nothing good comes from forcing these kinds of things. During these days, I've been pushing this line to its limit, but the amount of energy I absorb from the environment remains the same. That said, now that I've figured out the right path, I just need to clear it carefully so that the magic car can pass through without encountering complications.

Seeing my body from this perspective feels strange. I don't want to delve into it too much because it's convenient, but how is it possible?

Do I create some kind of magic eyes in the air?

Does my mind separate from my body to allow the mental map to have this view?

What worries me most is that my soul must leave my body to make this view possible. I mean, if this is the answer, what if I am not able to return?

Will my body remain in that position until it rots while I’ll only be able to see lights for the rest of my ghost existence?

Seeing my body from a third-person perspective, I try to clear these fears from my head in order to control how much energy passes through the thin gray line that looks more like a hair. At first, I thought it would be painful, but curiously, I feel nothing, though I'm not reckless because of it. I don't have an astral body; I can only see, so it's difficult to try to control the amount of energy that flows, but it's similar to turning off a faucet with telekinesis. Well, I've never had telekinesis, but I suppose it feels the same.

If too much energy passes through, the line becomes saturated and starts flickering as if it's about to explode and the mental map disconnects. Similarly, if there's too little energy, I lose the ability to maintain the mental map. So if I want to maximize the capacity that the magic line can support. I have to maintain a difficult balance.

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If I had it inside my body, I would be sweating right now. Or maybe I am; I mean, I can't see my body, so I'm not sure.

I don't know how much time has passed since I started meditating. The thin gray hair begins to flicker, a sign that its capacity has been exceeded, which is strange because I have maintained a steady flow. Hastily, I try to decrease the energy passing through the hair, but I wasn't fast enough. The magic line flickered one last time, and the connection was cut.

*haaaa*

It’s already night, and there are many things I don’t understand about this line, such as how it connects to my brain. I mean, I don’t see any line in my brain, only a line that starts in my chest, where the energy from the environment enters and disappears in my head. It is certainly strange, but I want to live, I want to get out of this place, so I avoid thinking about it, I avoid looking into it. Still, there must be an explanation, a reason I don’t know.

For now, I’m like a baby trying to walk; I first need to focus on achieving that, and when I’m able to run, then I can stop and resolve these doubts.

I feel tired and my body feels numb. I don't know if it's because of being so many hours in the same position or if the magic work I'm doing produces some sequelae in my body. Maybe I sweated and the wind dried the sweat, but even though I look clean, I feel dirty. Also, I’m hungry, so hungry that I’m sure the fruits will taste as good as the first day.

I miss the sounds of nature, but on nights like this, when my body is exhausted, seeing the stars in absolute silence is comforting. It's in these moments of rest that my mind wanders, and I wonder what has happened to my existence in my world. It was quite sudden, so I wonder: was I erased from history and never existed, or will I be just another number in the long list of the missing?"

Maybe when they realize that I am missing they will look for me, but I suppose that if they don't find me, they will leave me for dead. But will anyone be sad about my disappearance?

I think about my life, and I wasn't special to anyone. When people die, life goes on, but when the person who dies is special, they leave a part of you incomplete, a pain that, even as years go by, remains as strong as the day they died. But in my case, I don’t think I was special to anyone.

I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t make me happy if someone were suffering because of my disappearance, but I think about my acquaintances; they are good people, but I know I don’t mean that much to them. That’s why, despite what I’ve experienced in this place, I don’t miss my old life. I certainly miss the comfort of my bed and the ease of getting a wide variety of food, but I think that if I die or disappear, Danamus would be sad, and that makes me feel like I am in the right place.

I don’t know what will happen in the future; it’s likely I’ll die if I don’t adapt, but Danamus gives me the same feeling as my mother, that solid faith of knowing you are important to someone, that someone needs you. A bond that I had lost and had searched for a long time without success. A bond I don't want to lose again.

*haaa*

With a little effort, I stood up and took care of all my pending tasks. I don't know how late at night it is, but my body needs rest. After the prophetic dream, I haven’t dreamed of anything again, though I’d like another revelation to guide me on which path to take; it would be very helpful.

I lay down on the leaves and let nature do its work. Today I replaced the bed so it feels very cool. However, since Danamus is sleeping in the vault, it feels warmer or maybe it's just my perception. Nevertheless, it’s more comfortable for resting my body, which is essential to continue my routine without unnecessary complications.

How long should I follow this routine?

I don't know, but at least I know it won't be indefinitely. Maybe I will complete my purpose soon, discover something new that will allow me to move forward quickly, or maybe Danamus will wake up soon and guide me on the right path. Either way, there is a goal in sight, which is reassuring.

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"Shit"

Along with the new day, new problems arrived. The morning began with the good news that I can hear again. Well, I hear low sounds, but it's a strangely quick recovery. That said, my body is now magical, so it wasn't too surprising.

The problem arose during the meditation session; the gray line seems like a frayed rope, and I'm sure that if I force it with today's training, it might break and I don't want to find out the consequences if that ever happens. So now I have to figure out how to fix it or how to create new threads. It's a setback I didn't anticipate; I didn't expect something like this to happen.

I mistakenly believed that the tattoo could expand indefinitely, but it seems I tried to force a growth beyond what's possible. Now I understand the reason for yesterday's abrupt disconnection, although it could be like muscles growing when they tear, but I only have one thread in my body and I don't want to experiment with it. Now I must choose whether to wait for it to heal on its own or risk trying to find a solution.