Scritch, scratch.

A girl seated at a desk moved her pen swiftly across the page.

With each motion of her hand, the black ink freely ventured beyond the neat square borders, running rampant across the paper.

For a moment, the girl paused, eyeing the ink that strayed beyond the lines with a hint of dissatisfaction. However, her hand resumed its movements without any extra caution, and the words she created, like all her previous work, broke free from the square constraints and spilled out into the wide, open world.

Daeun gently stroked the girl’s pink hair, chatting with Selene.

“…So, …