The Second Week...
We spent our lazy days doing nothing, but still kept track of time through the phases of the moon, since the materializer could not provide us any technology for said purpose—not even a prosaic time-ticker like a clock. We spent most of the day trying to understand the mechanisms used by that strange device, as I had started to focus my attention on it.
Angelica grew more introspective and melancholic. She switched between moments when she was serene, acting like the intelligent, proactive, talkative, and witty friend I’ve always known, and moments when she seemed forgetful and in pain, thinking about the loved ones she had left behind.
I had my mood swings, too. Sometimes I’d be gloomy and lonely, having no will to talk to anyone; other times, I’d be willing to inter
