Poetry, a way to express your feelings, let the words flow and let your mind tinker with each rhyme and line to have a deeper meaning.

The Akademia is also holding a poetry contest, many students are joining as the prize is an exemption of a particularly difficult project.

You, seeing the opportunity, decided to join... But what to write, what to write!

You sat below a tree, stuck with a notebook that has a bunch of ideas that are all scribbled out.

"Half a day has gone by and you're still brainstorming." You heard a familiar voice above you, it was Alhaitham, standing with his towering figure. "I pity those with hopes in such contests."