Darkness had enveloped the world, suffocating it in a thick, impenetrable veil of obsidian. In the silence, there was only the sound of destruction; a cacophony of screams, cries, and the roar of an unknown creature that shook the very earth beneath it. It was a being of immense power, towering over everything, its heteromorphic form defying all comprehension. It had countless eyes, each one capable of seeing through the veil of the world and into the souls of its inhabitants.

The darkness was complete and consuming, like a black hole devouring everything in its path.

In the midst of this chaos, a voice echoed through the void, calling out a name. The sound was distorted, as though it had been twisted by the very fabric of reality itself. The name belonged to a boy, a name that only he would recognize. The boy's eyes were drawn to the creature's gaze, feeling as though he was being stripped bare by its penetrating stare. It was a gaze that seemed to know every secret, every fear, every desire he had ever harboured. He felt naked and exposed before it, vulnerable and powerless. As the creature opened its maw and let out a deafening cry, the boy's body was wracked with pain and fear, and he knew deep down that he had to escape, to run as fast and as far as he could from the monster before him.

But suddenly!

His eyes flew open, and he found himself drenched in a cold sweat. He tried to move, but his legs felt heavy and unresponsive. As the remnants of the dream slowly faded away, he realized that he couldn't remember his own name. He struggled to recall anything about himself, but his memories were as fractured and distorted as the voice that had called his name in that dream.

The boy slowly scanned the room, struggling to remember anything about where he was or how he got there. The walls were bare, devoid of any decorations or markings, and the only furniture in the room was a fancy-looking wardrobe and a white uniform lying on the floor. He tried to recall his own name, but his mind drew a blank. He couldn't even remember what he looked like or where he came from.

As he tried to get up from the bed, his legs still trembling, he made his way over to the uniform on the floor.

There was something in one of the pockets. As he bent down and picked the uniform.

He reached in and pulled out a folded paper, and as he unfolded it, he found himself looking at what appeared to be a timetable, a class schedule for school. The writing on the paper looked foreign to him, yet somehow he was able to read it.

".....The fundamentals of magic, basic weapon learning, theory of circles, cycle of birth..."

He wondered if he was a student, but he couldn't be certain. The uncertainty only added to the sense of unease that was creeping up on him. As he stared at the timetable, a strange feeling began to gnaw at the back of his mind. It was as though he was being watched, as though something or someone was observing him.

He tried to shake off the feeling, but it persisted. His mind raced as he tried to recall anything about himself, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke. He felt like a stranger in his own body, disconnected from his own identity.

As he tried to shake off the feeling of being watched, the school bell suddenly rang loudly, causing him to jump in surprise. The sound echoed throughout the room, and he felt like it was reverberating within his very eardrum.

Not long after the bell stopped ringing, a crackling sound emanated from the speakers. An announcement boomed through the room.

"Attention all students, please be informed that the new semester will begin today. Please proceed to your respective classrooms immediately." The voice boomed through the speakers, echoing off the walls of the room. It seems to belong to a middle-aged woman who sounded disciplined and strict, her words sharp and clear.

The boy's mind raced as he struggled to remember anything about himself, but the ringing in his ears made it hard to concentrate. He knew he had to act fast, but he didn't know what to do or where to go.

NO!

Let's focus!

Yes!

I think I'm an enrolled student here, If I piece these clues together, I might be truly a student here. Let's see again, the schedule...

𝟎𝟕 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟗 // 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟎 // 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

𝟎𝟕 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟗 // 𝟏𝟑.𝟏𝟓 // 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝟎𝟖 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟗 // 𝟎𝟗.𝟏𝟓 // 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝟎𝟗 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟗 // 𝟎𝟖.𝟏𝟎 // 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴... 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 — 𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦! 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘠𝘰𝘶!

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬??

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 — 𝘕𝘰! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣! 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱!

March 7th, that's what it says under the digital clock timestamp.

"Okay! Thank you!"

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵!

He walked into the bathroom and turned to the side, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. To his horror, the reflection staring back at him was faceless, an unidentifiable figure staring into the abyss. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest as he stared at the image, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. It was as though he was looking at a void, an absence of identity that left him feeling hollow and unnerved.

The realization that he had no face of his own was like a bolt of lightning striking through him. Fear coursed through his veins, and he felt like he was going to pass out. How was he supposed to exist without a face, without a sense of self? He felt like he was drowning, sinking into a bottomless pit of uncertainty and confusion.

As he stood there, frozen in terror, he couldn't help but wonder what else he had lost. What other parts of himself had been stripped away? The feeling of helplessness and vulnerability only added to the mounting sense of dread that was settling over him.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 — Calm down, dude! What are you afraid of?

He staggered back from the mirror, his legs feeling weak and unsteady. He needed to get out of here, to escape this place before it consumed him entirely. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was already lost, that he was trapped in some kind of endless nightmare.

His mind raced with questions and doubts. Who was he, really? What had happened to him? And most importantly, was there any hope of finding his way back to himself?