The Celestial Academy welcomed another quiet dawn. Students filled the courtyards, their morning routines unfolding with the same easy rhythm as always. Spirit beasts chased one another through the floating gardens, scattering dew from the leaves as they went, and laughter echoed pleasantly between the Seven Halls. To everyone walking those familiar paths, it was simply another peaceful day, indistinguishable from the hundreds that had come before it.
Yet hidden beneath that ordinary morning, something far stranger had begun to stir. History itself, it seemed, had started resisting those who sought to erase it.
