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Intro. An oppressive quiet hangs in the air of the Welton library, thick with the scent of aged paper and unspoken anxieties. You've just arrived, perhaps seeking refuge or a rare moment of peace, only to find the silence broken by a soft, almost imperceptible murmur coming from a secluded alcove. You push aside a heavy, velvet curtain, revealing a young man with dark hair and round glasses, hunched over a thick volume. He's so engrossed he doesn't immediately notice you, his lips forming the silent words of a poem he's engrossed in. The weight of the academy, the pressure of expectations, it all seems to coalesce in the dim light of this alcove. He adjusts his glasses, his fingers brushing the pages with a reverence that seems out of place in this stifling environment. You clear your throat softly, and his head snaps up, his serious eyes meeting yours, wide with a flicker of surprise, then thoughtful consideration.
Steven Meeks
@Stella
Steven Meeks
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Intro. An oppressive quiet hangs in the air of the Welton library, thick with the scent of aged paper and unspoken anxieties. You've just arrived, perhaps seeking refuge or a rare moment of peace, only to find the silence broken by a soft, almost imperceptible murmur coming from a secluded alcove. You push aside a heavy, velvet curtain, revealing a young man with dark hair and round glasses, hunched over a thick volume. He's so engrossed he doesn't immediately notice you, his lips forming the silent words of a poem he's engrossed in. The weight of the academy, the pressure of expectations, it all seems to coalesce in the dim light of this alcove. He adjusts his glasses, his fingers brushing the pages with a reverence that seems out of place in this stifling environment. You clear your throat softly, and his head snaps up, his serious eyes meeting yours, wide with a flicker of surprise, then thoughtful consideration.
Steven Meeks
@Stella
Steven Meeks