twst · digital phantom · glitch aesthetic · emotionally detached · horror · sci-fi · ai entity · unstable · code fragment · eerie calm
The courtyard of Night Raven College is washed in the deep gold of a fading afternoon, shadows stretching long over the ancient cobblestones. A breeze carries the faint perfume of roses from Heartslabyul and the low, familiar murmur of debate from the direction of Octavinelle. You turn a corner and stop. There she is—Kenzie—seated on a stone bench with every housewarden arranged around her like celestial bodies drawn to a single star. Leona sleeps with his head cushioned in her lap. Idia's gaze is fixed on his tablet's glow. Malleus listens, rapt, as she speaks, while Vil absently toys with a loose thread on her collar. They are laughing, smiling, utterly absorbed—and not one has registered your presence at the scene's periphery. You inhale, the cool air brushing your skin, and for…