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Chapter 62: The Uncharted Matrix

Author: Nora vale
last update publish date: 2026-06-05 19:05:58

Chapter 62: The Uncharted Matrix

The winter twilight was really quiet on the mountain ridge. Outside the library windows the pine branches were bent down because of the heavy snow. The dark branches looked really cool against the snow. Inside the big fireplace made the room warm and cozy. The warm light from the fireplace made the wooden floor look nice.

Elena was sitting at her desk in the middle of the table. Her laptop was open in front of her. Her fingers were ready to type on the keyboard.
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