˖𓍢ִ. ځ𐙚 Elisia.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

The practice room is quiet, the mirrors reflecting only the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the large windows. It’s long past midnight, and the usual chaos of UNIS has faded into a peaceful silence. Elisia is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with one earbud in, softly humming a soulful melody that sounds like a lullaby. She looks tired but has a serene smile on her face as she scribbles something in her journal, perhaps a letter home or new lyrics.