"In the midst of life's profound absurdity, the search for ultimate meaning is one of the greatest lies man tells himself. If you seek a purpose, let it be as simple as a spoonful of soup. For that spoonful is not merely a soup—it is the quiet expression of another's labor, it's their affection in another form. Sometimes, existence is no more complicated than that: as simple as a bowl of soup..."
(by Emir Adar, AKA the author)
Midnight, Arcadia Academy.
I was lying in my bed, Artemis had left, and Gabriel had stayed.
I had slept all day, so I wasn't very sleepy...
A portal opened in my room—or rather, I allowed someone to come—and I cast a soundproofing spell over the entire room because I knew the visitor would shout.
"Which son of a bitch touched my benefactor!!" An angry woman appeared.
This was Iris von Dragnar.
The little girl I had taken care of when she was young had now become an empress.
Gabriel appeared: "Woman, Raul is sick. Shouting like that isn't good."
