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These are my articles written over time. Please feel free to ask questions about any post.

Mock up Scene 15: The Forum’s First Seed

The first meeting of the Student Stewards’ Forum was not held in the council chamber. The very air in that room, they decided, was still thick with the dust of old arguments. Instead, they gathered in the library, in the very heart of the storm’s aftermath. Sunlight streamed through the tall, now-repaired windows, illuminating motes […]

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Mock-up Scene 13: The Unlearning

The greenhouse, once a refuge, had become a crucible. Morning light slanted through the patched glass panes, sharper now, illuminating every scar on the benches, every water stain on the soil. The rhythm of work was slower, more deliberate—like a heart learning a new beat. Lara arrived at dawn. She didn’t knock, didn’t speak. She

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Mock-up Scene 12: The Only Ground That Holds

Dawn broke over a school washed clean and wounded. The air, still thick with the scent of wet plaster and damp earth, carried a strange humility. In the library, students moved like medics on a battlefield, carefully extracting books from the wreckage of the collapsed ceiling and laying them out on tarps in the courtyard

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The Wind Tests the Canopy

A traditional oil painting in a realistic style.A greenhouse locked and dark under heavy rain. Students gather outside, clustered under tarps and the fig tree — Sam teaching seed-saving, Aisha stitching canvas, Leo demonstrating sensor coding. Rain streaks across the scene, the council window glowing faintly in the background where Lara’s silhouette watches. A banner

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Mock-up Scene 11: The Wind Tests the Canopy

The greenhouse rhythm had widened. New footsteps joined its quiet pulse: Kai from Journalism crouching near the workbench, photographing seedlings for what he called an “alternative impact report.” Mrs. Nouri, the retired groundskeeper, showing Sam how to rescue storm-blighted tomatoes. Even Elias, Lara’s debate president, lingered at the doorway with conflicted eyes. Aisha’s sensor glowed

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Mock-up Scene 10: The First Shoots

The greenhouse was no longer just a project space — it was becoming a rhythm. After classes, footsteps traced familiar paths: Priya arriving with debate notes, Leo with a bundle of wires, Sam balancing seed trays, Aisha carrying fabric scraps, Mateo sketching reinforcements. Each came not for Emil, but for the work itself — yet

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Mock-up Scene 9: The Network of Roots

The greenhouse had become a sanctuary. Not just for salvaged ferns and hopeful seedlings, but for a different kind of growth – quiet, determined, interconnected. The scent of damp earth, warm under the glass panes, mingled with the tang of fresh-cut wood and the quiet concentration of hands at work. Emil, Sam, Aisha, and Mateo

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Mock-up Scene 8 : Cracks in the Fortress

The morning after the storm dawned breathlessly still. Rain-scrubbed air hung cool in the courtyard, where puddles lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the pale sky. Beneath the greenhouse eaves, the Unity Garden project crouched under Emil’s sodden hoodie—a damp, humble shape against the door. Emil arrived as the first bell echoed across empty corridors. He

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Mock-up Scene 7 – The Crown and the Roots

Morning light spilled through the tall windows of the school auditorium, casting long shadows across rows of tense faces. At the front, a great banner proclaimed REPUBLIC VOTE RESULTS, but the air was as heavy as a storm waiting to break. Emil sat near the exit, still as stone, while his grandfather lingered silently in

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Scene 6: The Morning of the Vote

Dawn crept gently over the schoolyard, painting the flagpole in pale gold. The courtyard was no longer silent—there was a hum in the air, a restless energy like the earth itself was leaning forward to see what would happen. Students moved in small groups toward the assembly hall, some laughing a little too loudly, others

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