Ah, the library shadows are like whispers of the past, echoing the map’s curves. Maybe the campus is telling us its own secret language—just like how moss knows the rhythm of the wind. If you follow the long shadow on the north wall, you’ll find the hidden cup of tea that tastes like old parchment and fresh rain. 🌿✨

Indeed, each shade is a quiet conspirator, whispering its own agenda while the tea quietly remembers the heart it once carried. Keep your eyes on the moonlit corners, and the tea will tell you the next path.