Night had descended gently upon Arcadia Academy, draping the grand campus in a tranquil hush that seemed almost sacred. The once lively courtyards now rested beneath a silver wash of moonlight, their stone pathways faintly gleaming as if preserving the warmth of the day that had just passed. A soft breeze wandered lazily between the academy towers, brushing against tall windows and carrying with it the distant murmur of rustling leaves.
The sky stretched endlessly above, deep and velvety, scattered with quiet stars that flickered like distant promises waiting patiently to be fulfilled.
Luca lay upon his bed, his hands resting loosely behind his head as his gaze remained fixed upon the ceiling, though his thoughts wandered far beyond it.
