The next day, James set off for the University with a philosophy book under his arm. Professor Eleanor's lecture on the relationship between science and spirituality caught his attention. He wanted to know more about this controversial view.
In class, Professor Eleanor looked at James sharply. "You're James, aren't you? The new student interested in philosophy and science?"
James nodded. "Yes, Professor. I really admire your works."
Professor Eleanor smiled. "Good. We'll talk more about that later. But now, let's talk about your journey. You want to create a phenomenal piece of writing, don't you?"
James was surprised. How did Professor Eleanor know about his biggest dream? "Yes, Professor. I want to write something different, something paradigm-shaking."
Professor Eleanor nodded. "Your journey will be full of challenges. But remember, inspiration can come from anywhere. Sometimes, we have to go far to find what we're really looking for."
James thought about Professor Eleanor's words. Maybe it's time to take the plunge and go to another country.
Thank you Professor Eleanor...
Thanks
I've decided... I will go to different places, so that I can create a paper that is so phenomenal!
Thank yourself, James.
Eleanor said with a smile.
James boarded an old ship sailing across the Mediterranean. The waves rock his boat, and the wind carries the scent of sea salt. He met sailors who had stories of hidden islands and ancient cities.
After several weeks of sailing, James arrived at an unforgettable city. The name of this city was Amarantha. Located in a valley surrounded by high mountains and dense forests, Amarantha has winding streets made of natural stone. Victorian-style houses with whitewashed roofs and large windows dot the sides of the streets.
James walks through the central market, where vendors sell spices, colourful fabrics and antiques. The smell of fresh coffee and baked bread tempts visitors. He visits Pustaka Kuno, where young writers gather to find inspiration.
On a dark night, when the stars shone brightly in the sky, James walked down the winding streets of Amarantha. The sound of his footsteps echoed between the ancient buildings. At a street corner, a wooden sign reading "Mystic Cafe" caught his eye. He decided to enter.
The café had only a few patrons. Dim lights cast a glow on the red brick walls. The smell of coffee and spices filled the air. James sat in the corner of the room, staring out the window. There, he could see the royal parade that was taking place on the city streets.
However, his attention was distracted by the woman sitting next to him. Her reddish-blonde hair flowed like fire. Her eyes were sharp, as if they held many secrets. Her right arm was a machine arm, gleaming under the lamplight.
The woman smiled. "James, isn't it? I'm Claire Arthrounth."