Imperfect

In a meditation chamber sat a man surrounded by candles.

His eyes were closed.

A sense of serenity and calm echoed in the air.

Yet, the same could not be said for his mind.

Within his mind, in the giant mind palace that lay within, Rui Quarrier struggled.

He struggled against an ocean information, gritting his teeth as he furiously processed a tsunami of ocean. The ocean was a lot smaller than the original ocean that the Angel of Laplace method produced, but an ocean was an ocean.

"Rgh!" His eyes flashed with determination.

His vision of the real world around his body shifted.

Time rewinded.

Yet, not for everything.

It reverted for a batch of candles before him, causing them to reverse their flickering while the other candles were untouched.

It was the past.

He heaved a deep breath as he opened his eyes, covered with sweat.

"Tsk, not perfect yet," He narrowed his eyes.