The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across Gradwarths' enchanting campus. Kaelindyr sat alone on a weathered stone bench tucked away in a quiet corner of the academy's gardens. From a distance, he appeared like a living doll, his heart-shaped face showing no emotion, his orange eyes fixed on the horizon with a seemingly blank stare. As students bustled about, chattering and laughing, Kaelindyr observed the world with an air of detachment as he hoped for something to happen.