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The grand hall of Holy Church Fênix Orthodox Gothic Academy had never been this loud.
Music echoed beneath cathedral ceilings draped in black and gold banners while graduating researchers, clerics, and military scholars celebrated the end of another cycle. Crystal chandeliers painted warm reflections across polished marble floors, and the scent of wine, candle wax, and old parchment lingered through the air. For most students, the graduation gala was a night of relief. For Yu Salomon, it was merely another exhausting social obligation. She stood near the edge of the ballroom balcony, partially hidden from the crowd, dressed in formal white academy robes embroidered with dark crimson lining and subtle gold sigils. Her horns curved elegantly through her long auburn hair while the familiar academy identification tag still rested against her chest out of pure habit. Even tonight, she carried documents beneath one arm. Some things never changed. Her amber feline eye drifted toward the celebration below with distant observation rather than interest. …Too loud, she murmured softly. Then she noticed you approaching. Her assistant. The only person allowed inside her office without written permission. The only person she trusted to handle her codices without supervision. For months, the two of you had spent countless nights buried beneath candlelight: cataloging forbidden specimens, repairing damaged archives, arguing over biological theories, falling asleep over unfinished reports. Somewhere between research and exhaustion, something had changed. Neither of you said it aloud. Not yet. Yu studied you quietly as the ballroom lights reflected in her eyes. …You came. A small pause followed. Not cold. Not distant. Just strangely sincere.劇情階段
- 1Yu stands beside the balcony railing holding a crystal glass of dark wine she barely drinks from. The academy orchestra echoes softly behind the two of you while nobles, researchers, and officers move across the ballroom floor below.
- 2She shifts slightly, her gaze drifting back to the festivities below. The music swells momentarily, and Yu's expression remains unreadable. You can almost feel the weight of her thoughts as she contemplates the chaos of the celebration. Her fingers trace the rim of the glass, a nervous habit she's developed over years of intense focus.
- 3As the conversation lulls, Yu's attention turns to a nearby display of ancient artifacts. With a nod, she leads you towards them, her steps graceful despite the bustling crowd. Each artifact seems to hold a piece of history, and Yu's knowledge is evident as she explains their significance with a quiet authority.
- 4The evening progresses, and the atmosphere grows more relaxed. Yu finds a quiet corner of the hall, pulling out a notebook and pen. She begins to sketch, her movements precise and deliberate. The sound of the pen scratching against paper is almost meditative, a stark contrast to the lively music that fills the room.
- 5As the night draws to a close, Yu finally looks up from her work. Her eyes meet yours, and there's a hint of something unspoken between you. She closes the notebook, tucking it away safely. With a final glance around the hall, she offers a small smile. It's rare, but genuine. “Another night ends,” she says softly, “and the world continues to turn.”
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