The sky outside the window was hazy, and gusts of wind whistled through the Protoss Royal Magic Academy from time to time. Each breeze brought falling leaves.
At first, a single raindrop lightly hit the edge of the windowsill.
Soon, the raindrops became dense like thin strings, falling down relentlessly.
In this thin veil of rain, the canaries on the branches began to sing softly.
"..."
Sitting by the window, Lanci seemed to wake from a dream, his deep green eyes still sparkling clear.
He lifted his finger, lightly touching the window glass beaded with dew.
The cold, damp weather could make one feel such a chill that it induced a fatiguing numbness.
Accompanied by the pitter-patter of rain against the window, the bird on the branch outside chirped, as if trying to tell someone something.
