The day seemed to pass in the blur, as did the next, and the one after that. I constantly found myself in what I had started to refer to as the cottage, the building where all of the equipment that I would be making use of had been placed.
So much had changed in these last few days. The place no longer felt so empty, so desolate, so abandoned. Far from it. Somehow, in some way that I would never be able to understand, I had started to turn this place into more of a home that my rooms in the palace were.
Every day I had sat here, on the floor, putting the machinery together, making sure that it all worked in the way that it was supposed to, making sure that the ink for the printers was the right ones, making sure that there wasn’t a single thing that could go wrong when production start
