Things were going exceptionally well for Kai Syaoran. He had successfully finished creating one of his greatest scriptures to date, the River Apothecary Scripture. The monumental task had taken him six months of real time, which equated to a staggering sixty years of focused isolation inside the frozen space. This was far more time than he had originally expected the seclusion to take; he had gone in merely intending to draft a simple outline of the text, expecting the process to last no more than two months, or ten years within the accelerated frozen domain.
