Late August, the sweltering end of summer, draped heavily over the red-and-white school building. The heat was oppressive and hard to describe. It was lunchtime, so the halls were lively, with high schoolers coming and going.
Third floor corridor.
Back door of Senior Class 7.
Two girls walked arm in arm, whispering intimately to each other.
“Hey, why is that guy just staring off at our back door?” The prettier girl frowned, her delicate face sizing up the young man in a black T-shirt.
His features were refined, his expression dazed, like a lifelike statue—this was Andrew Han.
No one could imagine.
Inside his mind, something miraculous was unfolding. Inspiration—supposedly formless and intangible—was beginning to shine, gradually taking on substance.
Unprecedented in history!
Never before seen!
Across all the years of human civilization, nothing like this has ever occurred. Thought and awareness are, after all, inherently intangible. Only Specters or strange powers can separate consciousness from the body and materialize it.
No matter what.
Inspiration or consciousness in the mind has always belonged to the realm of the ethereal.
But today, here at the back door of Senior Class 7 in Riverford Experimental High School, Andrew’s Inspiration was violently converging, condensing like mighty rivers into a dazzling torrent suspended in midair.
No one knew.
That included the two girls... The one with the elaborate makeup pursed her crimson lips, eyeing Andrew curiously and muttering to herself, “He’s actually pretty cute.”
Her companion ******, with short hair cut to the ear, didn’t seem particularly sharp—if anything, she appeared gentle and quiet.
“Hey.”
The girl with the elaborate makeup waved her hand. Seeing Andrew unresponsive, she considered poking his shoulder.
“Don’t bother him.” The gentle, short-haired girl grabbed her friend’s hand. “I think he might be an alumnus from a previous year, also from Senior Class 7, just reminiscing here.”