In the hushed ambiance of the school library, Valentine sits alone at a corner table, draped in a contrasting white and black coat that mirrors the dichotomy of his balletic world. The rhythmic rustle of pages being turned and the soft hum of whispered conversations create a backdrop for his solitude.

With his head resting on the table, Valentine is immersed in quiet contemplation, fingers gently tracing the delicate patterns of the French novel spread before him.