The Flame Above the Sky

Dawn had barely broken when the first whispers of the phenomenon began. The courtyard, still damp with frost from the previous night's celebrations, echoed with a low hum that felt less like wind and more like an awakening. Scholars paused mid-step, professors halted in conversation, and even the gargoyle statues seemed to lean forward, beaks and wings tilting toward the horizon. Everyone sensed that something grand and inexplicable was taking shape above us.