Sunlight filtered through the mottled leaves, spilling lazily across the somewhat humble dormitory bed where Nana sat.
At this moment, Nana sat quietly, her legs swinging gently as if keeping time with some inner rhythm. Her star-bright eyes drifted toward the window from time to time, as though searching for something unseen. Her slender fingers tapped unconsciously against the edge of the bed, producing a soft "tap, tap" sound. Though faint, the sound was exceptionally clear in the stillness.
It seemed as though even the surrounding air had caught the mood, gradually filling with a subtle and tense atmosphere. This ambiance enveloped the entire room like an invisible web, making it so quiet that one could hear the sound of their own breathing and heartbeat.
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