(Author POV)
Soft morning light slipped through the tall glass window, spilling gently into the room. It wasn't harsh or blinding—it spread quietly, like a calm presence, brushing every surface with a soft golden glow that made the space feel alive without disturbing its peace.
The room carried a modern, minimal design—but it wasn't cold. Every edge was smooth, slightly curved, as if the space had been shaped rather than built. The walls held faint glowing patterns, barely visible in daylight, like hidden energy resting beneath the surface, waiting to awaken when night fell.
Everything felt… intentional.
At the center, a low bed rested in the open space, dressed in soft white and pale gold sheets that reflected the morning light. The fabric looked almost weightless, yet inviting in a way that made it hard to leave. It wasn't just a place to sleep—it felt like a place meant to hold comfort.
To one side, a wide glass window stretched from floor to ceiling, revealing the endless sky beyond. Floating lands drifted slowly in the distance, and clouds moved beneath them like a silent ocean, calm and endless.
Near the window, a small seating area curved naturally into the room's design, paired with a sleek, glass-like table that shimmered faintly under the light. On the opposite side, a seamless wardrobe blended into the wall, its surface smooth and untouched—as if it only existed when needed.
The entire space balanced two worlds—
Advanced.
And serene.
Nothing felt excessive. Nothing felt empty.
It was a room designed not just for comfort—
But for peace.
And right now…
Elira lay asleep on the bed, her breathing slow and steady. Strands of her silver hair spread softly across the pillow, catching the morning light like threads of pale gold. Her expression was calm—rarely seen, but genuine.
For once, she wasn't tense.
For once, she looked at rest.
The electric door slid open with a soft swish, and Maria stepped inside, her presence gentle enough not to disturb the calm of the room.
"Elira, wake up, honey. It's morning. Breakfast is ready."
Elira flinched slightly, her body reacting before her mind did. She shot upright, eyes widening in surprise as if expecting something far less gentle.
Since when does someone wake me up like this?
Then her gaze settled on Maria—
And the memories of everything that had happened came rushing back all at once.
"…Ahh," she let out a sleepy yawn before flopping back onto the pillow, burying half her face into it.
Well… that's one benefit of staying here.
No cold water.
No shouting.
Just… this.
"Elira," Maria called again, her tone carrying a light scolding warmth, "it's not healthy to sleep this much. And I made breakfast for you—specially."
Elira lazily raised her hand, giving a slow thumbs-up without even lifting her head.
"I'm awake… technically," she mumbled into the pillow.
Maria couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Alright, lazy girl. I'll leave you to it. There are clothes and everything you need. Take a bath and come to the living hall."
Elira turned her face slightly, a small smile forming despite herself. "Okay…"
Maria's expression softened. She stepped closer, leaned down, and placed a gentle kiss on Elira's forehead before straightening.
"Don't take too long."
Then she turned and left.
The door slid shut behind her with a quiet sound.
—
For a moment, Elira didn't move.
She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts slowly catching up with reality.
I still have to tell them…
…I'm staying.
She let out a quiet breath before finally sitting up.
This time, she looked around properly.
Last night, she had been too exhausted to notice anything—but now…
The room felt unreal.
Calm.
Peaceful.
Like it belonged to someone who had never known chaos.
"…Yeah," she muttered under her breath. "I could get used to this."
She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, her rabbit slippers making soft sounds against the floor.
Her gaze shifted toward another door—the bathroom.
Curious, she walked over and pressed the panel.
The door slid open.
And she froze.
"…This is a bathroom?"
It looked like an entirely separate room—spacious, elegant, designed with the same smooth curves and glowing details as the bedroom. A large bath sat at the center, almost like it belonged in a luxury suite rather than inside something that was supposed to be an "airfly."
Elira shook her head slowly.
"How does this 'small' thing even contain all of this…?"
As she stepped inside, the bath reacted instantly—water began to fill it automatically, soft bubbles forming as a faint system-like hum echoed in the background.
She blinked.
"…Yeah. Magic and technology together? That's dangerous."
A small smirk appeared on her lips. "People here are definitely spoiled."
Still, she didn't complain.
She removed the hoodie she had been wearing since last night and slipped into the bath, relaxing as the warm water surrounded her. A soft hum escaped her lips without her realizing, her body finally letting go of the tension it had been holding.
For a while—
Everything was quiet again.
—
After her bath, Elira stepped out and moved toward a stand where several outfits were neatly arranged.
She paused, looking through them.
Then she picked a loose, off-shoulder top in a soft cream-white shade. The fabric was light, slightly oversized, comfortable without losing its style. She paired it with fitted, high-waisted pants in a pale gold color.
Simple.
But elegant.
On her feet, she wore cream-colored sneakers.
She looked down at herself, tilting her head slightly.
"…Even on another planet, fashion still makes sense."
A small huff escaped her. "Not complaining."
—
A few minutes later, she stepped into the living area.
Everything looked the same as last night—
Until her eyes landed in the corner.
She froze.
Maria was pressed lightly against the wall—
And Cain was leaning over her.
They were kissing.
Elira immediately turned her head away and cleared her throat loudly.
"Ahem."
Maria pushed Cain back instantly, shooting him a glare that could've started another war.
Cain?
Completely unbothered.
If anything, he looked amused.
Maria straightened quickly, brushing her hair back, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Come on," she said, pretending nothing had happened. "Breakfast is ready."
She walked into the dining room a bit too fast.
Elira slowly turned her head back, raising an eyebrow at Cain.
He just smirked.
"…Wow," she muttered under her breath.
Then she followed.
—
The dining room was just as extravagant.
A long table stood in the center, surrounded by eight neatly arranged chairs.
Elira paused for a second.
Why is everything here so big…?
Maria was already seated, regaining her composure.
"Come, dear," she said warmly. "You must be hungry. You didn't eat anything last night."
Elira didn't need to be told twice.
Now that she thought about it—
She was starving.
She nodded and sat down. Cain took the seat beside Maria, completely at ease.
Maria began serving her food. "I tried to make something similar to Earth's dishes," she said.
Elira picked up her spoon.
"That reminds me," she said, glancing around, "a lot of things here look like Earth. Why is that?"
She took a bite—
And paused.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Warm.
Simple.
But really good.
Without realizing, she started eating faster.
Cain leaned back slightly, answering casually, "Earth and our world are connected. Many of our people have visited it. So even if we're more advanced, we still borrow ideas."
Elira nodded—but she wasn't really listening anymore.
Food.
Food came first.
When was the last time she ate something like this?
She couldn't remember.
Maria watched her with a soft laugh. "I didn't expect you to like it this much."
Elira looked up, cheeks slightly puffed, and nodded quickly.
She looked… unexpectedly adorable.
Then went right back to eating.
Maria exchanged a small glance with Cain before speaking again, more carefully this time.
"So…" she began, "you haven't mentioned going back yet… can we assume you're staying?"
Elira froze.
Her hand paused mid-air.
For a moment, the room went quiet.
Then she slowly placed her spoon down.
"…Yeah," she said softly.
"I'm staying."
The effect was immediate.
Maria's face lit up with a bright, uncontrollable smile. She glanced at Cain, who gave her a look that clearly said, I told you so.
Elira leaned back slightly.
"So… what now?" she asked. "What do I have to do? Where are we going next?"
Maria looked at her, something knowing in her expression.
"We're going somewhere important," she said. "A place where your parents' story began… and where many stories like yours begin."
Elira tilted her head slightly, curiosity rising again.
Maria smiled.
"We're going to…
Lyriana Celestrix Academy.
(Author POV)
Soft morning light slipped through the tall glass window, spilling gently into the room. It wasn't harsh or blinding—it spread quietly, like a calm presence, brushing every surface with a soft golden glow that made the space feel alive without disturbing its peace.
The room carried a modern, minimal design—but it wasn't cold. Every edge was smooth, slightly curved, as if the space had been shaped rather than built. The walls held faint glowing patterns, barely visible in daylight, like hidden energy resting beneath the surface, waiting to awaken when night fell.
Everything felt… intentional.
At the center, a low bed rested in the open space, dressed in soft white and pale gold sheets that reflected the morning light. The fabric looked almost weightless, yet inviting in a way that made it hard to leave. It wasn't just a place to sleep—it felt like a place meant to hold comfort.
To one side, a wide glass window stretched from floor to ceiling, revealing the endless sky beyond. Floating lands drifted slowly in the distance, and clouds moved beneath them like a silent ocean, calm and endless.
Near the window, a small seating area curved naturally into the room's design, paired with a sleek, glass-like table that shimmered faintly under the light. On the opposite side, a seamless wardrobe blended into the wall, its surface smooth and untouched—as if it only existed when needed.
The entire space balanced two worlds—
Advanced.
And serene.
Nothing felt excessive. Nothing felt empty.
It was a room designed not just for comfort—
But for peace.
And right now…
Elira lay asleep on the bed, her breathing slow and steady. Strands of her silver hair spread softly across the pillow, catching the morning light like threads of pale gold. Her expression was calm—rarely seen, but genuine.
For once, she wasn't tense.
For once, she looked at rest.
The electric door slid open with a soft swish, and Maria stepped inside, her presence gentle enough not to disturb the calm of the room.
"Elira, wake up, honey. It's morning. Breakfast is ready."
Elira flinched slightly, her body reacting before her mind did. She shot upright, eyes widening in surprise as if expecting something far less gentle.
Since when does someone wake me up like this?
Then her gaze settled on Maria—
And the memories of everything that had happened came rushing back all at once.
"…Ahh," she let out a sleepy yawn before flopping back onto the pillow, burying half her face into it.
Well… that's one benefit of staying here.
No cold water. No shouting.
Just… this.
"Elira," Maria called again, her tone carrying a light scolding warmth, "it's not healthy to sleep this much. And I made breakfast for you—specially."
Elira lazily raised her hand, giving a slow thumbs-up without even lifting her head.
"I'm awake… technically," she mumbled into the pillow.
Maria couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Alright, lazy girl. I'll leave you to it. There are clothes and everything you need. Take a bath and come to the living hall."
Elira turned her face slightly, a small smile forming despite herself. "Okay…"
Maria's expression softened. She stepped closer, leaned down, and placed a gentle kiss on Elira's forehead before straightening.
"Don't take too long."
Then she turned and left.
The door slid shut behind her with a quiet sound.
—
For a moment, Elira didn't move.
She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts slowly catching up with reality.
I still have to tell them…
…I'm staying.
She let out a quiet breath before finally sitting up.
This time, she looked around properly.
Last night, she had been too exhausted to notice anything—but now…
The room felt unreal.
Calm.
Peaceful.
Like it belonged to someone who had never known chaos.
"…Yeah," she muttered under her breath. "I could get used to this."
She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, her rabbit slippers making soft sounds against the floor.
Her gaze shifted toward another door—the bathroom.
Curious, she walked over and pressed the panel.
The door slid open.
And she froze.
"…This is a bathroom?"
It looked like an entirely separate room—spacious, elegant, designed with the same smooth curves and glowing details as the bedroom. A large bath sat at the center, almost like it belonged in a luxury suite rather than inside something that was supposed to be an "airfly."
Elira shook her head slowly.
"How does this 'small' thing even contain all of this…?"
As she stepped inside, the bath reacted instantly—water began to fill it automatically, soft bubbles forming as a faint system-like hum echoed in the background.
She blinked.
"…Yeah. Magic and technology together? That's dangerous."
A small smirk appeared on her lips. "People here are definitely spoiled."
Still, she didn't complain.
She removed the hoodie she had been wearing since last night and slipped into the bath, relaxing as the warm water surrounded her. A soft hum escaped her lips without her realizing, her body finally letting go of the tension it had been holding.
For a while—
Everything was quiet again.
—
After her bath, Elira stepped out and moved toward a stand where several outfits were neatly arranged.
She paused, looking through them.
Then she picked a loose, off-shoulder top in a soft cream-white shade. The fabric was light, slightly oversized, comfortable without losing its style. She paired it with fitted, high-waisted pants in a pale gold color.
Simple.
But elegant.
On her feet, she wore cream-colored sneakers.
She looked down at herself, tilting her head slightly.
"…Even on another planet, fashion still makes sense."
A small huff escaped her. "Not complaining."
—
A few minutes later, she stepped into the living area.
Everything looked the same as last night—
Until her eyes landed in the corner.
She froze for 1 second and blink.
Maria was pressed lightly against the wall—
And Cain was leaning over her.
They were kissing.
Elira immediately turned her head away and cleared her throat loudly.
"Ahem."
Maria pushed Cain back instantly, shooting him a glare that could've started another war.
Cain?
Completely unbothered.
If anything, he looked amused.
Maria straightened quickly, brushing her hair back, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Come on," she said, pretending nothing had happened. "Breakfast is ready."
She walked into the dining room a bit too fast.
Elira slowly turned her head back, raising an eyebrow at Cain.
He just smirked.
"…Wow," she muttered under her breath.
Then she followed.
—
The dining room was just as extravagant.
A long table stood in the center, surrounded by eight neatly arranged chairs.
Elira paused for a second.
Why is everything here so big…?
Maria was already seated, regaining her composure.
"Come, dear," she said warmly. "You must be hungry. You didn't eat anything last night."
Elira didn't need to be told twice.
Now that she thought about it—
She was starving.
She nodded and sat down. Cain took the seat beside Maria, completely at ease.
Maria began serving her food. "I tried to make something similar to Earth's dishes," she said.
Elira picked up her spoon.
"That reminds me," she said, glancing around, "a lot of things here look like Earth. Why is that?"
She took a bite—
And paused.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Warm.
Simple.
But really good.
Without realizing, she started eating faster.
Cain leaned back slightly, answering casually, "Earth and our world are connected. Many of our people have visited it. So even if we're more advanced, we still borrow ideas."
Elira nodded—but she wasn't really listening anymore.
Food.
Food came first.
When was the last time she ate something like this?
She couldn't remember.
Maria watched her with a soft laugh. "I didn't expect you to like it this much."
Elira looked up, cheeks slightly puffed, and nodded quickly.
She looked… unexpectedly adorable.
Then went right back to eating.
Maria exchanged a small glance with Cain before speaking again, more carefully this time.
"So…" she began, "you haven't mentioned going back yet… can we assume you're staying?"
Elira froze.
Her hand paused mid-air.
For a moment, the room went quiet.
Then she slowly placed her spoon down.
There's nothing for me back there anyway.
"…Yeah," she said softly.
"I'm staying."
The effect was immediate.
Maria's face lit up with a bright, uncontrollable smile. She glanced at Cain, who gave her a look that clearly said, I told you so.
Elira leaned back slightly.
"So… what now?" she asked. "What do I have to do? Where are we going next?"
Maria looked at her, something knowing in her expression.
"We're going somewhere important," she said. "A place where your parents' story began… and where many stories like yours begin."
Elira tilted her head slightly, curiosity rising again.
Maria smiled.
"We're going to…
Lyriana Celestrix Academy."