Separated Once Again

With closed eyes, Daniel focused on the collection of unfulfilled karma. His mind had turned into a whirlpool capable of reaching the furthest reaches of the universe, drawing in every bit of power that, as if answering his call, approached him after uncountable miles of travel.

As Daniel had maintained his focus on this new form of slow cultivation, the lives of others continued, time passed. Minutes turned to hours.. Hours turned into days, then into years until finally, before he could realize it, an entire century had passed. 

This time Daniel had spent sitting with his legs crossed, meditating on top of the black castle, unbothered by the events that took place around him. Not a breath was drawn, nor a pause was taken. Had his hair not moved due to the absence of gravity, many would have mistook him for a statue. Immovable and perfect.