In the quiet hours of early morning, when the world was still shrouded in darkness and the only sounds were the whispering of the wind through the leaves, Maya often found herself at her most reflective. The challenges of the day ahead had not yet begun to press upon her, and she could think with a clarity that was sometimes elusive during the busier hours.
This particular morning, as dawn's first light began to gently edge the horizon, Maya was already awake, sitting at a small table by her window with a cup of tea steaming gently in the quiet air. She gazed out at the academy, considering the conversations of the previous evening with Jalen and pondering the next steps. Their plans for integrating environmental magic more deeply into the academy's curriculum were ambitious, and each decision seemed to branch into myriad others, each as crucial as the last.