They were now deliberating, deciding on the design of their nation's flag and symbol, sinking deeper into the process of shaping their country's identity.
"Alright, let's spill all our ideas. We need something that truly shows who we are," Mike called out, his voice calm but filled with uncontainable excitement. They had agreed to walk this path together, and now the next step lay before them.
Vivi, her eyes gleaming like a child discovering treasure, leapt forward. "Mahogany brown, guys! Beautiful, warm mahogany wood to symbolize our comfort and unity. Oh, and green—leaf green! It represents balance and harmony within our class!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm almost tangible.
Maya's face lit up upon hearing the idea, and without hesitation, she embraced Vivi tightly. "That's a brilliant idea, Vivi…"
Mike nodded in agreement, his face radiating deep satisfaction. "Zoe, can you create some flag designs with the colors we've mentioned?" he ordered, his tone calm but commanding.
"How many designs would you like?" Zoe responded in her usual flat but professional tone, as if this type of discussion was all too familiar. A loading circle appeared on the screen, spinning slowly like the wheel of fate, setting their future into motion.
"Twenty," Mike answered without hesitation. It was a number large enough to capture a variety of ideas but not overwhelming.
The moment felt like the tense seconds before a new chapter of history began. One by one, the flag designs appeared on the screen, lining up neatly like soldiers awaiting command. The eyes in the room glistened with a mixture of hope and anxiety as each person examined the details closely, seeking a reflection of themselves within those flags.
Yet, from the crowd, Violet emerged as the most decisive figure. Her hands moved swiftly, almost like an unseen dance, as she edited one of the designs that had caught her attention. In a matter of seconds, she added a soft gray—almost white—into the center of the flag. Three vertical stripes now formed: leaf green on the left, light gray in the center, and mahogany brown on the right.
A hush fell over the room. All eyes were locked on the screen in awe. Violet had displayed her remarkable talent, transforming something ordinary into a stunning piece of art.
"That's beautiful, Vio…" Maya turned, embracing Violet in admiration, leaving Vivi still marveling at how quickly the design had evolved.
There was a brief silence, heavy with thought, as each of them contemplated the meaning behind the flag they had just created. The colors reflected not only their vision for Vanchett, but also their own souls as a group—warmth, balance, and the courage to change.
Mike, always the anchor of the group, watched with thoughtful eyes. "Anyone else want to add something?" he asked, gently breaking the silence.
But no one spoke. Their gazes remained fixed on the screen, as if the flag had already spoken for them. They were content, and for perhaps the first time, they felt a true sense of unity in this endeavor.
"Alright," Mike finally said, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. "It seems we've reached an agreement."
And with that, another important decision was made. Slowly but surely, they moved closer to realizing their dream of the nation they were building together—Vanchett, a country forged not just from colors, but from shared dreams and struggles.