Morning at the Laboratory

The morning light always feels different here, as if the air itself remembers

the secrets discovered. Each step down this path carries the weight of a thousand quiet

dreams and long nights. The laboratory stands silent now, bathed in a

soft glow that feels like a gentle promise. A breeze carries the scent of

cherry blossoms and old paper across the empty campus road. In the stillness

of the dawn, we find the courage to begin our search once more.