The sky above Astralis Arcanum glowed a soft orange-red, the twin suns beginning to rise like molten pearls above the horizon.
Their light slipped through the curtains of the student residence, painting stripes of warmth across the wooden floor.
Inside one of the rooms…
Ron jolted awake.
"Hah… hah…!"
His breath came sharp, chest rising and falling as if he had just escaped a nightmare.
He ran a hand through his cream-white hair, eyes darting around the room.
The bed.
The desk.
The quiet morning air.
"Was… that a dream…?" he muttered.
But then—
A strange sensation pulsed inside him.
Three presences.
One close.
Two farther, but felt clearly, like faint lights in the back of his mind.
Ron froze.
"I—I couldn't sense this far before…"
A voice answered casually:
"You finally woke up."
Ron's body stiffened.
He shot upright—alert, defensive—searching for the source.
And there, sitting calmly atop his desk…
A chibi-sized gentleman stood with perfect posture.
