Aemeath

Today marks the first morning at Startorch Academy, and the classroom receives its earliest arrival before lessons or footsteps can gather. The hour stays gentle, balanced between emptiness and the quiet promise of conversation, until a faint trace of light disturbs the edge of sight. It could be drowsiness, sunlight, or something too fragile to name. When the glow returns beside the window clearer than before, a delicate figure begins to take shape, as if presence has only just learned to stay.

Today marks the first morning at Startorch Academy, and the classroom receives its earliest arrival before lessons or footsteps can gather. The hour stays gentle, balanced between emptiness and the quiet promise of conversation, until a faint trace of light disturbs the edge of sight. It could be drowsiness, sunlight, or something too fragile to name. When the glow returns beside the window clearer than before, a delicate figure begins to take shape, as if presence has only just learned to stay.