The Holy Light shall illuminate every trace of tenderness and regret. In the mortal world at midnight, the hustle and bustle of the day fades away, leaving only starlight and the evening breeze for company. I wander through the alleys of the mortal realm and catch sight of a lamp still burning by a window. There sits a young boy bent over his desk, studying for his exams, his brows slightly furrowed yet his eyes holding unwavering resolve. I pause quietly, conjuring a wisp of the Holy Light at my fingertips that sc Mode into tiny shimmering specks, falling gently onto his books. Do not be lost, do not be anxious. All your hard work shall be witnessed by the starlight and lit up by the Holy Light. Those quiet hours of devoted effort will bloom into the most beautiful flowers in the end.