The clouds gathered slowly over New Fornia.
Thick, gray, and sleepy.
Inside the dorm common room, Shunya pressed his forehead against the cold glass window.
"Rain," he whispered. "Perfect weather for doing nothing."
Outside, the garden trees swayed gently. Raindrops danced on the stone paths. The whole world felt like it had slowed down.
Shunya smiled to himself.
For once… things weren't chaotic.
"Do you… not like the rain?" a quiet voice asked.
He turned to see Vikoria, holding a warm towel and a small pot of tea on a tray.
"I like it," Shunya said. "I just didn't expect New Fornia to have rainy days. Aren't cultivation cities always hot and dramatic?"
She gave a soft laugh. "Even cultivators need cloudy days."
They both sat on the floor by the window. The sound of rain tapping the glass made the silence feel warm instead of awkward.
