It was a normal morning.
Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains of a small bedroom, brushing softly across Lanny's face. She blinked awake, her expression blank as always. Slowly, she sat up and washed her face in the tiny washroom. Cold water dripped down her cheeks as she stared at her reflection—half of her face hidden behind the familiar mask that never left her skin. A reminder of her curse. A reminder of what she could not feel properly.
After drying her face, she put on her academy uniform. A neat white shirt, a short blue jacket, and a skirt with woven digital threads that shimmered faintly—standard attire for the Elite Academy of Magic and Technology. Lanny's movements were mechanical. She picked up her bag, stepped out, and boarded the floating passenger ship that stopped near her building.
