Day 2. Loop ΔT=0.

The second morning arrived, as the Sun cast its pale light into Aion's sleeping chamber.

The alarm clock taunted him with its relentless blinking, displaying the time as 06:30. He let out a sigh of resignation, reaching out to silence the mocking red display, finding solace in the ensuing silence. The question of whether it was even worth getting up lingered in his mind, but before he could find a satisfactory answer, Aion's feet had already made contact with the cold stone floor.

The taste of defeat weighed heavily on his tongue, a hollow pit gnawing at his stomach as he dwelled on the results of his failed ritual from the previous day. Thoughts of Lisa added to his burden, and Aion let out another weary sigh. However, he didn't allow himself too much time to wallow in his thoughts. A wise voice deep inside his head advised against it, and Aion named that voice "reason."

He stood up, taking in the stale air. The once orderly and neat room had succumbed to the chaos of repeated late-night study sessions. Pieces of clay and mud were displayed all over. Unbaked clay tablets lay scattered like fallen dominoes, some strewn across the floor, others arranged haphazardly in the sleeping pod. His desk, typically pristine, now resembled a battlefield of disarray, dominated by a pile of scribbled clay tablets. The contents of the scribbled spanned across a vast range of the academy's curriculum, from the scientific realm of Advanced Crystallography to the esoteric rituals and theology of the Stoneblighted Isles Cultists.

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Aion knew he was exhausting himself with his relentless studying, as he took theoretical subjects from as many specializations as the Academy offered. But he had no choice. As a powerless muddle-gem, the only way for him to acquire more credits was to sit for as many theoretical exams as possible.

"It's not that I couldn't delve into the depths of all the theoretical subjects," Aion pondered, “but there simply isn't enough time in a day. The lectures for different specializations often overlap, making it impossible for me to take proper notes from the professors. And all the written books are inscribed as memory shards, which only the most prominent families can afford. “

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Setting aside the ethical conundrum surrounding the creation of memory shards in general - which involved an expert growing crystal appendices, trying to embed a copy of a specific memory ( with a very low succes rate) into said appendice, and then brutally ripping it out – Aion understood the allure of such a streamlined approach to absorbing knowledge. The memory shards operated like single-use capsule containing copies of an expert’s memories, which could be easily absorbed by a cultivator of the same technique. In the powerful households of House Garnet, when in a crunch, the younger generations would simply receive pre-digested information, and they just had to assimilate it through meditation. But still, this method was terribly imprecise, costly, and unavaible to those of other cultivations. A member of House Sapphire would never be able to absorb the wisdom of one of House Garnet, and unless they could employ the services of a pure dual core cultivator – they couldn’t translate the written information either.

Which was to say, muddle-gems like Aion could never employ the use of memory shards. They were simply written in a language that Aion would never be able to read.

‘Why couldn't everyone embrace the simplicity of baked clay, like me? Sure, it's dirty and fragile, and marks me one as a lowborn, but clay is ubiquitous and cheap.’ Aion asked himself.

The plight of Aion's longing for equal access to knowledge echoed within him. As his mind pondered the stark disparity between the memory shards and his humble clay tablets, Aion diligently adhered to his morning routine. He carefully powdered his face and robes, tending to every detail with meticulous care to present himself somewhat presentable. Then, he selected a handful of pristine tablets from the chaotic pile and fastened a watch around his wrist. Navigating the cluttered expanse of his room, he mentally noted the need to clean upon his return, deferring the task to his future self.

‘A problem for future me’, Aion sighed.

The hallway of the orphanage stretched before him, narrow and elongated, serving as a testament to the many rooms sheltering muddle-gems without a gem family to claim them. All those that were shunned from their Clusters, unwanted by the Families, or of dubious origin were raised here, by the Nameless Gems of the Sands. They were given the name Sandgem, as they were orphans with no allegiance but to the Red Sands.

Aion and Lisa had grown up in this place, discovering solace in their shared experiences and forging an unbreakable bond. As Aion neared Lisa's room, thoughts of the astonishing events from the previous day couldn't help but dance within his mind. For a second, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that perhaps an invisible chasm separated the two: she who had been born under a lucky origin, and him, the useless nobody.

Coincidentally, or perhaps as a result of their well-established routine, Lisa emerged from her room just as Aion approached. Her bright eyes met his, radiating mischief and warmth, yet Aion sensed a concealed emotion lurking beneath her trademark impish smile, a formless weight thatseemed to burden her shoulders.

“Hey, big bro. Good morning. Hope you slept well!”. As Aion heard Lisa's familiar greeting, he pushed away unnecessary thoughts, reminding himself that she was still the same Lisa he knew. With a smile, he decided to tease her a little.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little princess herself," Aion replied, snarky. "Decided to grace us commoners with your presence today, have you?"

Lisa's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly gained her bearings and decided to play into the banter. She answered in a voice dripping with thick sarcasm "Oh, how could I deny you the relish of basking in the presence my esteemed company, dear brother? After all, it's not every day one a muddle-gem like you comes across a princess such a I." She attempted to appear dignified, despite the significant height difference that made looking down at people a bit challenging. Nonetheless, Aion found her effort commendable. "That being said, filthy commoner, Lady Luck shines upon you today! My court lacks a jester, and I find my council lacking. Tell me, are you up to the task?"

"Ah, a jester and council, you say? “ Aion raised an eyebrow, before bowing down in a mocking manner. “I would be delighted to provide you with my advice while simultaneously mocking you. For you see, I am quite good at it; the years of experience teasing my little sister have given me plenty of wisdom in this field. Pray tell, what mighty responsibility burdens you today? Perhaps my keen insights and witty humor can help alleviate some of your issues."

Lisa let out a mischievous smile, her expression a blend of exasperation and amusement. "Oh, nothing too grand, dear brother. Just the small matter of choosing between House Jade and House Emerald. You know, the usual life-altering decisions."

Aion couldn't help but chuckle, his voice filled with mock sympathy. "Ah, the eternal struggle of choosing between one of the strongest and most reclusive Houses, and the One House that stands aloof above all the rest. Truly, a decision that so many with wisdom beyond your years have faced in the past. A difficult choice, indeed. Two prestigious options, both clamoring for the honor of your illustrious presence. How fortunate you are, dear sister, to be burdened with such weighty decisions." He raised his palm and shuffled her hair, making the high difference obvious. “Careful, thought. I heard too heavy a weight does little wonders young girl’s growth.”

Lisa shot him a playful glare. "Oh, please, Aion. As if the weight of responsibility could compare to the weight of your ego. Yet look at you - so tall, in spite of it!"

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Aion chuckled, playing along. "Ah, yes, my ego is truly a heavy burden to bear. But fear not, dear sister, for I shall provide you with sage advice while simultaneously reaching the top shelf for you."

"Oh, how kind of you, Aion. Ever the dependable sort, are you now?"

Aion mockingly flexed his muscles. "Indeed, one needs to spare me but a single look. My chiseled muscles were built for more than just lifting clay tablets and delivering snarky remarks. They are here to provide support, both physically and emotionally."

“And here I thought they were simply ornamental. I do wonder, since when do gems need muscles?”

“Touche.” Aion hissed. As the girl laughed, Aion took the opportunity to give her a piece of his mind. "But seriously, Lisa, take your time. Don't let the pressure get to you. And remember, height may be a disadvantage, but wit and determination are always at your side."

Lisa playfully patted his arm. "Thanks, big bro. I'll keep that in mind. I already had every intention of prolonging this decision as much as possible. Can't let those pompous Houses think they have me wrapped around their perfectly manicured fingers." She sighed and added. “And who knows, maybe I'll choose a House with a built-in step stool for short people like me.”

"Now that's a House worth considering. The perks of tending to the vertically challenged!" Aion exaggerated, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And remember, no matter what, while you may not be the sister I was born with, you are the sister I chose for life. I'll always be here to make your day better and provide endless snark for you. And nothing will ever change that."

They shared a final touching moment, their bond solidified, before continuing their day at the Academy, ready to face whatever challenges this day would throw at them.

Little did Aion know at that moment, but it would be their last heartfelt moment together for a long, long time.

As Aion stepped foot into the bustling halls of the Academy of Sunspear, he was immediately enveloped by an atmosphere brimming with excitement and scholarly pursuits. Students from all walks of life hurried through the corridors, clad in vibrant red robes rushing, as they dashed off to their respective classes. Experts from all across Crystallos donned the intricately embroided red cloaks, a symbol of pride for those few who bore the title of professor at the Academy. They walked with pride, seeking to impart the experiences of their illustrous lives in their long lectures.

The Academy catered to cadets from their first year up to the illustrious fifth year, and an additional two years for the officers, which were selected from the best performing cadets. Habit made it that most of the officers were chosen from among the fifth years, but as was the case with everything, there were some exceptions – like Brandy Uvarovite of House Garnet. But Aion rarely interacted with such individuals.

The youth made his way into his specialization’s class, namely the 5th year’s “Theoretical Applications of the Force in concert with the natural forces”. In short, it covered the theoretical physics interactions behind and with a gem’s Force. It was a notoriosly difficult course, and everyone was running from it like the Stoneblight. Not Aion, though.

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Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the classroom, his eyes meeting professor Kahlnaz's for a fleeting moment. The professor's piercing gaze seemed to linger, as if trying to unravel the depths of Aion's character. The classroom itself exuded an air of grandeur, adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the valorous battles of yore and the triumphs of legendary warriors. The walls were lined with shelves showcasing a vast collection of mystical artifacts, their ethereal glow illuminating the room. Ancient inscriptions adorned the walls, whispering tales of forgotten wisdom and untold secrets. It was a sanctuary where young minds were nurtured and challenged, enveloped in an aura of knowledge and discovery.

As the class settled down, Professor Kahlnaz took center stage with an air of gravitas, his voice resonating with the weight of accumulated wisdom from years of scholarly pursuits. He commanded attention with a piercing gaze and demanded unwavering dedication from his students, pushing them to their limits in pursuit of excellence. The professor's words were often sharp, his criticisms biting, but beneath the surface, a depth of knowledge and a genuine desire to see his students excel lurked – an attitude which Aion had grown to grudgingly respect.

"Cadet Xanzar Spessartite of House Garnet!" Professor Kahlnaz's lecture abruptly came to a halt, his voice dripping with razor-sharp criticism. "I see this lecture bores you to the point where you find leisure in chatting with your fellow Closter in the back. Pray, enlighten us. What is the effect of radiation on the nature of the Force?"

Cadet Xanzar faltered, unable to form a coherent response. The weight of the professor's gaze intensified, demanding an immediate answer.

"Come on, we don't have all day!" Professor Kahlnaz's impatience echoed through the room. "Someone, help this bumbling buffoon with a real answer."

Aion, secretly enjoying Xanzar's misfortune, raised his hand, catching the professor's attention. "Yes, Cadet Aion Sandgem? Do you believe your wisdom shall prevail where your oafish colleague failed?" Professor Kahlnaz's tone was expectant, awaiting Aion's response.

Ignoring the piercing stares from Xanzar and his Cluster, Aion forged ahead. "The answer is variable, Professor. In most cases of irradiation, the Force undergoes a mutation, often resulting in a shift towards the opposite end. For example, irradiated Iron changes its color from Red to Blue, and the Pull force turns to Push. However, it's important to note that the results of current research are inconsistent..."

The professor grudgingly nodded, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing his features. "Not bad, Cadet Aion Sandgem. Almost half a correct answer. You aren't quite as dim-witted as you look... but still dumber than a common rock." Though his words were sharp, Aion couldn't help but take it as a small victory.

"Is there anyone else here who can correct your colleague's foolish answer?" Kahlnaz's scrutinizing gaze scanned the room. There were few peers who could contest Aion's theoretical knowledge, and none of them had elected to attend this class. Against all odds, a figure standing near the edge of the auditorium raised a hand.

As Professor Kahlnaz's curiosity piqued, he directed his attention towards the mysterious cadet. "Yes, Cadet? What are your thoughts on this matter?"

A voice, distorted as if resonating through a distant tunnel, emerged from the cadet, emanating confidence in their words : "High levels of ionizing radiation can alter the atomic structure of a gemstone's crystal lattice, subsequently affecting its optical properties. This can lead to significant changes in color or visibility of inclusions. As a result, a permanent mutation occurs within the Force, although not always a complete reversal. In some cases, unique effects can be produced. Furthermore, the variability in testing can be attributed to the presence of inclusions, which, although typically insignificant, can greatly impact the system's balance after radiation. That should be the complete and definitive answer, Professor."

Aion couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy as the cadet delivered a comprehensive answer, covering the nuances of the subject matter. It was as if they possessed a knowledge beyond reach, hidden within the depths of their enigmatic identity.

Kahlnaz listened intently, a rare expression of contentment adorning his face. “Yes, Cadet. That is …an adequate answer." For reasons unknown, the professor's piercing glare shifted between the mysterious cadet and Aion before he decided to resume his lecture.

For the first time in the recorded history of the Academy, Professor Kahlnaz actually praised a cadet. Questions buzzed through Aion's mind. Who was this masked figure? Were they male or female? The cadet's appearance, powdered from head to toe, concealed their true form beneath. They were clad in Academy regalia, complete with the cowl over the head – But the most striking of all was the artifact – a real, stone mask - obscuring the face and keeping the identity a secret.

Aion's curiosity burned, yearning to uncover the secrets veiled behind that mysterious visage. The cadet’s origin was difficult to discern, being powdered from head to toe, clad in full Academy regalia, complete with the cowl drawn atop the head.

Aion couldn't recall ever seeing this cadet before today, and could only speculate about the reasons which would beget such a mysterious getup .But as Aion was staring at the newcomer, there was ---something- that irked him deeply. It wasn't just wounded pride; it was a primal feeling that eluded description.

The last minutes of the lecture flew by swiftly as Aion’s mind was still set on unraveling the mysterious cadet’s secrets. ‘I just want to talk to them, that’s all’. But before he could decide on a course of action, several other peers already made a move around the masked gem. They swarmed like a cluster of meteorites orbiting a planet; not to close, to not invite an unnecessary danger; and not to far, so as to not miss a thing. They bombarded the newcomer with small questions, but they refused to answer. Rather, masked cadet seemed to search the classroom at random, looking desperately for something, or someone.

Aion's gaze locked with the masked cadet, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at his senses. But before he could make sense of the connection, the cadet simply looked at Aion and insulted him: “So… Weird…”

The newbie appeared to recoil in disgust, before quickly making their way out the door. Aion's attempts to engage them were met with a swift exit, the mysterious cadet fleeing from the classroom.

Aion called out and began chasing after the enigmatic figure, “Wait! I just have a question for you!”. But before he could step a foot outside of the room, a trio of orange-red hue’d had already intercepted him.

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It was cadet Xanzar and his Spessartite Cluster.