Academic Year

The grand hall of the Spiral Academy seemed to hold its breath as the headmaster's resonant voice echoed through its expanse. Every word he spoke carried an undeniable weight, suffused with an authority that demanded unwavering attention.

The atmosphere was thick with a solemn reverence, a tangible aura of respect wrapped around the students like a cloak. Not a whisper dared to disturb the profound silence that cloaked the room; some students even held their breath, fearful of disrupting the sanctity of the moment in the presence of their esteemed leader.

With a deliberate pause, the headmaster allowed the gravity of his words to settle over the assembled students, ensuring that every ear was attuned to his address. His timing was precise, and each moment of silence was calculated to ensure the undivided attention of his audience.

"Today does not herald the official commencement of our academic year," he began, his voice carrying a solemn cadence befitting the occasion, "thus, I sha