Up in the higher levels of the Tower, the classroom for the little betas was cozy and inviting. The teachers were kind and affectionate, and the kids wearing beta uniforms played happily without a care.
One boy, however, wasn't joining in the fun with the others; instead, he was sitting by himself in a corner, busy drawing something. The teacher approached, bending slightly to crouch beside him with a big smile on her face. She cheerfully asked, "Pelí, you're drawing again, aren't you? Can you show me about it?"
In his sketchbook was an amazing scene of a flower-filled meadow beneath a starry sky. A winding, vibrant pathway meandered through the meadow, leading to a fancy building made of shiny gemstones. It was full of bright colors and seemed like a scene straight out of a magical story.
