I guess the only thing I can do while I wait is train.No wand. No movement. No voice. But magic is more than gestures and words — it's will. Thought. Intent.
If I can't cast outwardly, I can at least refine inwardly. Condense, align, and mold my magic until it's a natural extension of myself — until it's like breathing or moving a limb.
So that's what I do.
I sink inward, focusing on the core of my being — the bright, swirling storm where my power resides. It's wild, almost chaotic, pulsing with the remnants of that ancient magic I absorbed. It doesn't feel evil anymore, just… immense. Unfathomably vast. Like holding a star inside my chest.
Slowly, carefully, I begin shaping it. I let the energy flow through imaginary channels — the same way I'd practice wand movements, only now it's all in my mind. It's not about control. It's about synchronization.
Days? Months? I can't tell. The concept of time has melted away. But the more I focus, the easier it gets. My magic starts to respond instinctively, like an extra limb. A flicker of thought can summon it, calm it, bend it. It feels alive — like an extension of my soul.
Speaking of souls…
That's another puzzle.
Two sets of memories, two lives — one from Earth, one from this world. Both are me, but separate. I can feel the divide, like a faint crack in my consciousness. So I start to bridge it.
I revisit both lives, merging pieces together:The physics lectures and the wandwork lessons.The science of matter and the art of magic.The logic of equations and the intuition of spells.
Slowly, my understanding deepens. The boundaries blur. I start seeing patterns — the way magic behaves like energy, following principles that could almost be described in formulas if one had the right framework. The part of me that once studied the laws of reality now studies the laws behind the laws.
It's exhilarating.It's terrifying.And it's utterly beautiful.
At some point — maybe after years, maybe centuries — I stop feeling like two people. There's no more "Luna" and "the girl from Earth." There's just me.
I don't need to sleep, eat, or breathe. I simply exist — meditating, refining, evolving. Every ripple of magic I create resonates through the crystal, leaving faint glowing trails across its surface.
Who knows? Maybe someone will see that glow someday and wonder what lies beneath.
Until then, I wait.I learn.And within this prison of light, I quietly become something new.