[center][h2]Meimu[/h2][/center][hr] "Eight o' clock in the evening..." He would mark that time period in mind. Despite being drifted away most of the time, the young-looking archangel was still capable of sensing what was going on outside. He eliminated all the unnecessary information out of his head and rather listened to those that were more important, like the details of his classes, the profile of his roommates and so on. It appeared that his roommate was an angel, under his rank, named Amos, and was a lot younger than him. And usually the younger, the more immature. But Meimu did not have the tendency to judge people so impulsively. In fact, he somewhat harbored a fair amount of affection towards younger celestial beings, for how their naivety in how they see this world. Meimu knew for too long that the world was not as he, or anybody else, had expected. But it was because of that that he was born into this world, as the Keeper of the Dream, and was enrolled in this angel academy. If everything in the world was the beautiful world he had hoped, then he would try to make it exist himself, even if it was just a glimpse of illusion. As the students began to file out of the hall, Meimu decided to return to the real world, as he began to read through the remaining necessary files. He was in 3rd triad. This meant that he must attend the human studies class. The archangel wasted no time as he stood up and began to move to the classroom.