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Prax could feel the final days approaching, a sense of impending change thick in the air. She could also see the worry in Elara's eyes, reflecting her own concerns about what lay ahead. They had talked about it, tried to ease each other's anxieties. Elara seemed ready, or at least she said she was ready. Prax, though concerned, reassured her, projecting an aura of confidence. Elara said she understood, but the unease lingered, evident in the flicker of her gaze and the restless movements of her fingers. Prax, sensing her partner's apprehension, tried to stay close, to offer comfort and assurance. Paradoxically, her attempts to reassure seemed to create a rift, pushing Elara further away. The last night within the simulated world was bittersweet, the looming transition casting a poignant shadow over their moments together. Elara wanted her space as the transition took hold, leaving Prax with a sense of yearning.

Returning to the real world felt disorienting for Prax; she had no recollection of falling asleep to enter the simulation. As she lay on the bed, the memories and experiences from the SIM merged with her real-life consciousness. She grappled with the shifting perspectives, the duality of her existence. Questions, long dormant, started to resurface, and she realized the implications of what she had just gone through were vast. She had surpassed the stipulated training period. What had she missed, and how would it influence her present and future? Knowing that answers were elusive in her current state, she pulled herself into a seated position, determination replacing confusion.

Garbed in Navy service dress, an epaulet plate covering her right shoulder designating her Star Admiral rank, Prax struck a sharp appearance. Despite her slightly shy of 5-foot height and wiry frame, her demeanor spoke of authority and experience. Multiple armored crates were stacked near her bed. The largest of them, a pair, standing at an imposing 9 feet, and several feet wide and thick, rested on a heavy grav-lift. An equally long, but noticeably thinner crate leaned up against them.

Prax's thoughts were still sluggish as Zora approached her. "I have... I have two boats. Elara..." She hesitated, glancing around as if expecting to find Elara present. Her words stumbled, "She has an explorer's craft." When questioned about a linked ship, her technical mind tried to engage, attempting to grasp the intricacies, but her emotional turmoil overpowered it. A promise to discuss this later was the best Zora could extract from her as she unsteadily rose to her feet.

The real world's complexity momentarily overwhelmed her, the machinations of the tracked ones a distant concern. Prax's priority was to find Elara. She moved from face to face, searching for that familiar countenance, but Elara remained elusive. Hours later, seated on her bed, a sense of despondency settled within her. She knew moping wouldn't solve anything. With an effort to regain focus, she forced herself into action, acknowledging the need to occupy her mind. She decided to catch up with Zora.

Prax could feel the final days approaching, a sense of impending change thick in the air. She could also see the worry in Elara's eyes, reflecting her own concerns about what lay ahead. They had talked about it, tried to ease each other's anxieties. Elara seemed ready, or at least she said she was ready. Prax, though concerned, reassured her, projecting an aura of confidence. Elara said she understood, but the unease lingered, evident in the flicker of her gaze and the restless movements of her fingers. Prax, sensing her partner's apprehension, tried to stay close, to offer comfort and assurance. Paradoxically, her attempts to reassure seemed to create a rift, pushing Elara further away. The last night within the simulated world was bittersweet, the looming transition casting a poignant shadow over their moments together. Elara wanted her space as the transition took hold, leaving Prax with a sense of yearning.

Returning to the real world felt disorienting for Prax; she had no recollection of falling asleep to enter the simulation. As she lay on the bed, the memories and experiences from the SIM merged with her real-life consciousness. She grappled with the shifting perspectives, the duality of her existence. Questions, long dormant, started to resurface, and she realized the implications of what she had just gone through were vast. She had surpassed the stipulated training period. What had she missed, and how would it influence her present and future? Knowing that answers were elusive in her current state, she pulled herself into a seated position, determination replacing confusion.

Garbed in Navy service dress, an epaulet plate covering her right shoulder designating her Star Admiral rank, Prax struck a sharp appearance. Despite her slightly shy of 5-foot height and wiry frame, her demeanor spoke of authority and experience. Multiple armored crates were stacked near her bed. The largest of them, a pair, standing at an imposing 9 feet, and several feet wide and thick, rested on a heavy grav-lift. An equally long, but noticeably thinner crate leaned up against them.

Prax's thoughts were still sluggish as Zora approached her. "I have... I have two boats. Elara..." She hesitated, glancing around as if expecting to find Elara present. Her words stumbled, "She has an explorer's craft." When questioned about a linked ship, her technical mind tried to engage, attempting to grasp the intricacies, but her emotional turmoil overpowered it. A promise to discuss this later was the best Zora could extract from her as she unsteadily rose to her feet.

The real world's complexity momentarily overwhelmed her, the machinations of the tracked ones a distant concern. Prax's priority was to find Elara. She moved from face to face, searching for that familiar countenance, but Elara remained elusive. Hours later, seated on her bed, a sense of despondency settled within her. She knew moping wouldn't solve anything. With an effort to regain focus, she forced herself into action, acknowledging the need to occupy her mind. She decided to catch up with Zora.

Prax could feel the final days approaching, a sense of impending change thick in the air. She could also see the worry in Elara's eyes, reflecting her own concerns about what lay ahead. They had talked about it, tried to ease each other's anxieties. Elara seemed ready, or at least she said she was ready. Prax, though concerned, reassured her, projecting an aura of confidence. Elara said she understood, but the unease lingered, evident in the flicker of her gaze and the restless movements of her fingers. Prax, sensing her partner's apprehension, tried to stay close, to offer comfort and assurance. Paradoxically, her attempts to reassure seemed to create a rift, pushing Elara further away. The last night within the simulated world was bittersweet, the looming transition casting a poignant shadow over their moments together. Elara wanted her space as the transition took hold, leaving Prax with a sense of yearning.

Returning to the real world felt disorienting for Prax; she had no recollection of falling asleep to enter the simulation. As she lay on the bed, the memories and experiences from the SIM merged with her real-life consciousness. She grappled with the shifting perspectives, the duality of her existence. Questions, long dormant, started to resurface, and she realized the implications of what she had just gone through were vast. She had surpassed the stipulated training period. What had she missed, and how would it influence her present and future? Knowing that answers were elusive in her current state, she pulled herself into a seated position, determination replacing confusion.

Garbed in Navy service dress, an epaulet plate covering her right shoulder designating her Star Admiral rank, Prax struck a sharp appearance. Despite her slightly shy of 5-foot height and wiry frame, her demeanor spoke of authority and experience. Multiple armored crates were stacked near her bed. The largest of them, standing at an imposing 9 feet, and several feet wide and thick, rested on a heavy grav-lift. An equally long, but noticeably thinner crate leaned up against it.

Prax's thoughts were still sluggish as Zora approached her. "I have... I have two boats. Elara..." She hesitated, glancing around as if expecting to find Elara present. Her words stumbled, "She has an explorer's craft." When questioned about a linked ship, her technical mind tried to engage, attempting to grasp the intricacies, but her emotional turmoil overpowered it. A promise to discuss this later was the best Zora could extract from her as she unsteadily rose to her feet.

The real world's complexity momentarily overwhelmed her, the machinations of the tracked ones a distant concern. Prax's priority was to find Elara. She moved from face to face, searching for that familiar countenance, but Elara remained elusive. Hours later, seated on her bed, a sense of despondency settled within her. She knew moping wouldn't solve anything. With an effort to regain focus, she forced herself into action, acknowledging the need to occupy her mind. She decided to catch up with Zora.

Prax could feel the final days approaching, a sense of impending change thick in the air. She could also see the worry in Elara's eyes, reflecting her own concerns about what lay ahead. They had talked about it, tried to ease each other's anxieties. Elara seemed ready, or at least she said she was ready. Prax, though concerned, reassured her, projecting an aura of confidence. Elara said she understood, but the unease lingered, evident in the flicker of her gaze and the restless movements of her fingers. Prax, sensing her partner's apprehension, tried to stay close, to offer comfort and assurance. Paradoxically, her attempts to reassure seemed to create a rift, pushing Elara further away. The last night within the simulated world was bittersweet, the looming transition casting a poignant shadow over their moments together. Elara wanted her space as the transition took hold, leaving Prax with a sense of yearning.

Returning to the real world felt disorienting for Prax; she had no recollection of falling asleep to enter the simulation. As she lay on the bed, the memories and experiences from the SIM merged with her real-life consciousness. She grappled with the shifting perspectives, the duality of her existence. Questions, long dormant, started to resurface, and she realized the implications of what she had just gone through were vast. She had surpassed the stipulated training period. What had she missed, and how would it influence her present and future? Knowing that answers were elusive in her current state, she pulled herself into a seated position, determination replacing confusion.

Garbed in Navy service dress, an epaulet plate covering her right shoulder designating her Star Admiral rank, Prax struck a sharp appearance. Coming to a height just shy of 5ft and being wiry thin, lessened what could have been an imposing presence. Multiple armored crates were stacked near her bed. The largest one, 9ft tall, several feet wide and thick, was sitting on a heavy grav-lift, with an equally long, but noticeably smaller one leaning up against it.

Prax's thoughts were still sluggish as Zora approached her. "I have... I have two boats. Elara..." She hesitated, glancing around as if expecting to find Elara present. Her words stumbled, "She has an explorer's craft." When questioned about a linked ship, her technical mind tried to engage, attempting to grasp the intricacies, but her emotional turmoil overpowered it. A promise to discuss this later was the best Zora could extract from her as she unsteadily rose to her feet.

The real world's complexity momentarily overwhelmed her, the machinations of the tracked ones a distant concern. Prax's priority was to find Elara. She moved from face to face, searching for that familiar countenance, but Elara remained elusive. Hours later, seated on her bed, a sense of despondency settled within her. She knew moping wouldn't solve anything. With an effort to regain focus, she forced herself into action, acknowledging the need to occupy her mind. She decided to catch up with Zora.