A week and a half passed.
By then, the academy had fully returned to motion.
What had once been the loose, drifting atmosphere that came after graduation and the brief rest period had long since given way to structure again. The newly promoted second and third years had already been pulled back into the rhythm of academic life, and for the first years, the novelty of enrollment had started to wear thin beneath the reality of schedules, expectations, and discipline. The grounds no longer felt like a place caught between endings and beginnings. They felt alive again—ordered, noisy at the right times, demanding by nature.
