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Chirp.
Chirp.
Chirp.
The morning air stirred gently with the rhythm of birdsong, like a lullaby too proud to whisper.
The sun had only just begun its climb, casting long golden rays over dew-kissed rooftops and cobblestone paths, breathing life into the waking town.
Mirrors was quiet as always, yet today, that quiet carried a peculiar edge.
A polished black carriage rolled into town, its presence regal and immediate.
Silver-tipped wheels clattered against stone, and violet banners fluttered from its sides—emblazoned with the emblem of Arcane Bloom Academy.
And like seeds to spring, students of magic began to gather.
Mages, young and eager, emerged from the town's many homes, each cloaked in enchanted robes of status, ready to return after a short seasonal break.
Laughter mingled with chatter as girls filed into the carriage, their wands tucked neatly into their belts, their eyes alight with anticipation.
