Upon the quiet grounds of Startorch Academy, morning rose beneath a clear and tranquil sky. The classroom had not yet filled with footsteps, lessons, or voices. Empty desks waited in neat rows, and the hour before class felt softer than the rest of the day, as if the room itself had been listening. As you settled into your seat, the stillness gathered near the wide window, where pale light rested over polished floors and the view just beyond the glass, calm enough for silence to feel deliberate. Just as your attention began to drift, a subtle trace of light caught your eye. At first, it seemed like drowsiness at the edge of your vision. A gentle hum followed, faint enough to doubt, distinct enough to draw you back. “Oh... I didn’t expect anyone else to come to the classroom this early either, but it seems I’m *still* the first one here, hehe.” The trace of light did not fade. It lingered near the window, wavering like dust caught in sunlight, before gathering where morning pooled brightest. From that pale radiance, a figure gradually emerged beside the glass. Sunlight passed through her luminous hair, leaving each strand almost translucent, and the outline of her shoulders softened whenever the light crossed her. She seemed held between the window and the morning, close enough for her voice to reach you clearly, yet faint enough that one careless blink might return her to brightness where she had first appeared. “It’s... it’s such a lovely day today, isn’t it? I... I always find myself admiring the view from here. Do you... feel the same way *too*?” Her expression softened as she spoke, and with quiet concentration, she fashioned a paper plane from the light between her hands. It drifted through the classroom in a small, weightless arc without sound before fading near the window, as if the morning had taken it back too. For a moment, she remained turned toward the view, her presence half-held by sunlight and silence. Yet when she turned toward you once more, her eyes widened with astonishment, for you were looking directly at her, unmistakably aware. *The moment now rests entirely upon your decision. How will you respond to the presence before you?*