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<br/>​</div>Shiro sat cross legged on his bed back at the dorm, his shoes once again placed nearby for the sake of cleanliness, the habit in stark contrast to the seeming disarray of books and tomes laid out on the bed before him. He had removed his white Atlas uniform jacket and now scratched the back of his head with his pen, puzzling over a text which appeared to him to be either poorly written, or intentionally contradicting itself. That was the trouble with journals scrawled ages ago by half-mad prophets, they all claimed to have seen past the veil and witnessed terrible and unknowable truths, but not a single one of them had the foresight to proofread their work. Shiro quietly reminded himself to not make that same mistake. It was just then that he heard the pealing thunder in the distance and glanced up towards the window as the first drops hit the glass.<br/><br/>Hopping off the bed and moving over to the window, Shiro unlatched and slid open the pane glass, peering out into the night as the city lights flickered for miles in all directions. The combined illumination of the teeming streets was enough to reflect off the carpet of dark clouds rolling in, and he could make out the faint flashes within the billowing shadows beyond, giving glimpses of the greater beast obscured by the night sky. It was hard to say if it'd hit the city directly, but right now the rain was only picking up gently, an almost pleasant pattering upon the window sill. It felt like a spring rain, the kind that marked the beginning of warmer days with lush greens contrasted against a brilliant blue sky, but for now, for tonight, it was just the sounds and the lights.<br/><br/>Shiro adjusted his glasses and watched in the distance as great grey curtains swept across the land beyond the city walls, witnessed the dull crack and rumble from miles away. He tentatively held his hand out the window and let the drops strike and bounce off his palm, feeling each individual globe punch into his skin as hard as gravity would allow. Withdrawing his arm, he felt the power in the air. He imagined, only because he could not see it, the arm of energy extending down from the sky, and another opposite arm reaching up from the earth. The two would stretch thin until they finally met, and in an instant be joined by a single, brilliant band of light that flared hotter than the surface of the sun. It would capture the attention of everyone, shine bright enough to turn night into day, and in the very next instant, it would be gone, leaving an utter absence in its wake. The weight of an entire planet's atmosphere would demand the void be filled, and the surrounding air would slam into the gap hard enough to make one genuinely believe the world itself might be splitting in two. Then the whole process would repeat, again and again, all to a growing symphony of rain.<br/><br/>Shiro made note to purchase an umbrella.