Chương 196: Meditating (196)
Nakada stood on the sidelines, hands casually tucked into his pockets, observing the Barcha team as they engaged in their training regimen.
The crisp sound of cleats against the pitch,and the rhythmic thuds of the ball being passed created a symphony of preparation for the upcoming matches.
His golden eyes moved attentively, scanning the field with a keen awareness. The players moved with purpose and coordination, each training session honing their skills and synchronizing their movements.
Nakada, despite being temporarily sidelined due to his recent exertions, found solace in witnessing the collective efforts of his teammates.
Soon enough he walk away leaving the training field behind to go to the gym.
In the quiet confines of the gym, Nakada immersed himself in the rhythm of his exercises. The controlled movements and stretches of yoga flowed seamlessly, creating a harmonious dance between his body and mind.
As he transitioned between poses, each breath synchronized with the fluidity of his motions, a sense of tranquility enveloped him.
The ambient sounds of the gym, the subtle hum of equipment, and the muffled echoes of distant activity formed a serene backdrop to Nakada's personal session. The scent of polished metal and the faint aroma of rubber from gym mats filled the air, grounding him in the present moment.
Meditation followed, a practice that allowed him to delve into the depths of his consciousness. Eyes closed, Nakada focused on his breath, allowing the stillness to permeate his being. In this mental sanctuary, he found a quietude that transcended the physical exertions of the training field.
As Nakada was deep within his mind meditating away,he open his eyes and saw that he seemed to be infront of an endless abyss,there seemed to be a black hole in the middle of it.
The vast emptiness stretched before Nakada, an endless expanse that seemed to defy the confines of reality. At its heart, a mysterious black hole exerted an invisible pull, drawing his attention like a gravitational force of curiosity.
Nakada stood on the precipice, gazing into the depths of the cosmic void. The inky darkness was both mesmerizing and intimidating, an enigma that beckoned him to explore its secrets.
The edges of the abyss seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy, as if time and space themselves were woven into the fabric of this surreal landscape.
As he approached the black hole, Nakada felt an unusual sense of weightlessness, as if the rules of gravity were suspended in this dreamlike realm.
The echoes of his steps were swallowed by the emptiness, creating an eerie silence that resonated with the vastness around him.
The black hole pulsated with an ethereal glow, casting subtle shadows across the void. Its singularity seemed to hold the key to mysteries beyond comprehension.
Nakada hesitated, caught between the allure of the unknown and the primal instinct to tread cautiously.
As he ventured further into the enigmatic space, Nakada experienced a peculiar shift in the nature of his surroundings.
The once weightless atmosphere took on the viscosity of water, surrounding him in a fluid medium that slowed his movements with each step. It was as if he had submerged himself into an ethereal ocean, where the laws of buoyancy dictated a dreamlike dance.
As Nakada traversed the submerged depths of his mind, a peculiar sensation enveloped him—his lungs felt as if they were gradually filling up with the fluid medium that surrounded him. Each breath, though instinctual, carried the weight of water, and the line between the act of breathing and the sensation of drowning blurred in this otherworldly realm.
As Nakada traversed the submerged depths of his mind, a peculiar sensation enveloped him—his lungs felt as if they were gradually filling up with the fluid medium that surrounded him.
Each breath, though instinctual, carried the weight of water, and the line between the act of breathing and the sensation of drowning blurred in this otherworldly realm.
Nakada's eyes snapped open, and he found himself back in the familiar setting of the gym. The lingering sensation of water in his lungs dissipated, leaving only a lingering echo of the surreal journey within his subconscious.
A few residual coughs escaped him as if to expel the remnants of the underwater excursion.
The dream, though enigmatic, seemed to convey a message known only to Nakada's inner self.
As he caught his breath, he contemplated the symbolism embedded in the aquatic realm of his mind, wondering if his subconscious was trying to communicate something profound or if it was merely the whimsy of a slumbering imagination.
Nakada's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he returned to reality, away from the enigmatic depths of his dream. He couldn't shake the feeling of the endless abyss, the black hole at its center.
Was that how he mentally view his potential,a black hole that can and will swallow everything.
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