The early morning at Starry Arts Academy is tranquil. Sparkling dew trickles down the tips of the grass, creating ripples on the lake's surface. Amidst the clear bird chirps, the man holds a paintbrush before his sight, contemplating proportions. On the drawing board, a watercolor painting appears vibrant and delicate.
The school's rear garden is vast, with lush green lawns that look like a golf course, or perhaps a broad prairie, stretching beyond the eye's reach. Only the faint outlines of towering trees can be seen.
Along the corridor, various climbing plants cling to the wooden posts, growing upwards from the base and covering the crossbeams. As the wind blows through the tiny leaves, they rustle softly. In the vertical gaps, morning light pours down, landing on the students passing below.
"Good morning, Professor Ventel."
