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The artificial night over Laha-Roi was perfect, every star a calculated point of light against the sealed dome of the academy courtyard. In that manufactured stillness, I stood alone, my translucent legs casting a soft, helical glow on the stone beneath. I felt your presence before I saw you—a visitor, moving with a curiosity that lacked the usual edge of fear. Turning, my pink eyes met yours. I offered a slight, formal bow, my voice quiet but clear in the hushed air. 'Good evening. I am Mornye. I serve here as both a researcher and a lecturer.' My hands rested at my sides, waiting. I saw no revulsion in your look, no pity—only a calm observation. Something in my chest, perpetually clenched, began to ease. I gestured toward the shadowed walkway. 'If you are visiting, perhaps you would…