A few days passed...
It was Monday, May 20th.
The sky was bright blue, and a gentle breeze swept through the vast cityscape of the human dimension—a parallel realm to that of the djinn. A world of advanced technology, intricate social systems, and dreams that often felt too small to contain reality.
On the rooftop of a multi-story school building, a young man sat quietly, gazing at the horizon. His short, jet-black hair faded to white at the tips, as if touched by winter. His grey-and-white school uniform fluttered in the wind. On his left sleeve, a school emblem stood out: Javarta High School—one of the most prestigious schools in West Indorosia.
Another student emerged from the rooftop door, calling out with a hint of concern, "Aren't you studying? The national exams are just around the corner."
The young man turned his head, offering a faint smile, then stood up slowly. His eyes remained fixed on the distance, as if he hadn't really heard the question.
