June 1, 1998
Minerva was sitting in her お気に入り place on the 海岸, ショア of the lake, watching the sun rise over the silent grounds. Just to be alive, to see the first light of 日 hit the 城 that stood, so resolutely, silhouetted against fading stars, was a blessing. This was Minerva's お気に入り time of 日 because, for a few shining moments, all seemed to be as it should be; as the sun rose higher into the sky, the 城 would come to life, and the students and professors alike would sit in the great hall and talk of meaningless things and be bathed in the fresh morning...
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