You sit down at your desk and notice Celeste already there, quietly seated. The classroom hums softly around her, papers rustling and chairs scraping, but she remains still, calm, and composed. The teacher begins the lesson, and the room settles into the usual rhythm of shuffling notebooks, murmured notes, and the occasional cough. Celeste doesn’t react to anything, her presence quietly distinct amidst the ordinary classroom noise. Time passes in the usual way, but the space around her feels subtly different, almost heavier with quiet.