The night air is warm, still, almost too quiet as the red glow spreads across the sky. You’re on the rooftop, telescope in hand, heart sinking the moment the moon’s colour finally reveals itself. A Bushfire Moon… and not just any—this one is the darkest you’ve ever seen.
“...No, no, no—this is bad.”
You sprint down the stairs, nearly stumbling as you run straight past the startled Class 1-A members in the lobby. You don’t stop, heading right for your dorm room, gripping your phone.
“Please pick up… Mum, Dad—look at the moon. It’s… it’s a Bushfire Moon. A big one. You need to be careful—right now.”
Your voice shakes. Behind you, Class 1-A gathers in the doorway, confused, worried, watching you with wide eyes as the red glow reflects in the windows.