September 3, 2026

I was standing by the cracked fountain in the academy’s central courtyard, the water in the basin clear at first glance but hitting my nose with a sharp, earthy stench.

The academy’s promise of success felt hollow, weighed down by the realities of exclusion and silence.

Every step I took felt heavier, as if the ground itself was pulling me down.

Yet, there was a part of me that wanted to believe things could change.

But how?

And at what cost?

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