The morning sun painted the side block in shades of gold and amber, its rays filtering through the ornate windows and casting dancing patterns across the polished stone floors.
The air itself seemed to shimmer with anticipation, charged with an energy that made every breath feel electric.
It was the kind of perfect morning that seemed designed for momentous occasions, when even the light appeared more brilliant than usual.
Prospectives moved through the corridors and courtyards with a mixture of excitement and nervous tension that was almost palpable.
Their dark blue and orange uniforms created streams of color as they flowed through the common areas, gathering in small groups to discuss strategy or walking alone in focused meditation.
The fabric rustled with each movement, creating a symphony of whispered conversations and hurried footsteps.
