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The next day on campus, the morning sun cast its light upon the treetops, illuminating the entire area. However, unlike usual, the atmosphere today felt tense and uneasy. The blood moon that had suddenly appeared last night had become the focal point of heated discussions throughout the campus. Whether in the hallways among students or in the offices of professors, whispers about the strange celestial event filled the air, as if everyone carried a sense of doubt and apprehension within them.
"Did you see it last night? That moon... it turned red!" A young assistant professor pushed open the door to the History Department Office, his voice brimming with barely concealed astonishment. He glanced at his colleagues seated behind their desks, confusion etched on his face.
"Yes, I've never seen such a bizarre sight..." another professor replied, furrowing his brow. "At first, I thought I was seeing things and even cleaned my glasses. But that moon really did turn red; it was unbelievable."
Everyone chimed in with their thoughts; some described the blood moon as an apocalyptic omen, while others speculated it was a rare astronomical phenomenon. Although the atmosphere in the department buzzed with lively discussion, there was also an undercurrent of eerie tension, as if that red moon brought not only wonder but also an indescribable sense of foreboding.
"Everyone, calm down," Department Chair William entered the office holding a stack of documents, exuding confidence. "There have been similar records of blood moons throughout history; this is not some mysterious or supernatural event." He placed the documents on the table, his tone reflecting a scholar's assurance, seemingly aiming to dispel the unsettling ambiance.
"According to ancient astronomical records, a blood moon typically occurs when the moon passes through Earth's shadow, causing light refraction. This is a normal astronomical phenomenon," William explained as he flipped through his papers. "While it may look astonishing, we can regard it as a natural occurrence without excessive worry."
Some professors nodded at William's words, appearing somewhat relieved. "If it's a natural phenomenon, then there's nothing to be concerned about," an older professor remarked with a hint of relief in his voice.
However, not everyone felt at ease. Some younger professors, particularly those studying mysticism and ancient cultures, still wore expressions of doubt and unease. "But... last night's blood moon was indeed rather unusual," one young professor murmured, arms crossed and eyes filled with concern. "The intensity of that red... it was stronger than anything we've seen in our records, and the entire atmosphere of the night felt strangely eerie. It's hard to describe this feeling, but it doesn't seem like an ordinary natural event."
"Indeed, it is a bit strange..." another professor nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "It wasn't just the color of the moon; there was this heavy sensation... I felt an inexplicable pressure last night as if something was drawing near. I don't know if I'm just overthinking it."
William listened to his colleagues' discussions; his smile faltered slightly but quickly returned to calmness as he spoke with reason and authority. "I understand your feelings, but academically we should remain composed and avoid being driven by fear. While this blood moon phenomenon is rare, it has scientific explanations; we need not overthink it. In any case, this is not an omen of doom."
As William spoke, the discussion gradually quieted down; however, that undercurrent of unease still lingered in some hearts. For some individuals, last night's blood moon might have simply been a natural occurrence; yet for others, it felt like a warning or premonition suggesting that something incomprehensible might be happening in this world.
Just as the professors in the office continued their heated debate over last night's blood moon and tensions rose further, suddenly the door swung open with a low creak that interrupted all conversation. Everyone's gaze immediately shifted to the entrance as silence fell over the room.
A familiar yet unfamiliar figure stood at the doorway, the light behind him casting a shadowy aura. He wore a long black coat, its edges fluttering slightly with his movements, resembling a shadow in the night, exuding a mysterious and undeniable presence. His posture was elegant and stern, his steps light yet steady, each one carrying an invisible weight of pressure. His features were partially obscured by the shadows, sharply defined, with a hint of a devilish smile playing at the corners of his mouth that made it impossible to look away.
As he moved, the coat billowed around him like dark wings, enveloping him in an extraordinary allure. The professors in the office instinctively turned their heads, their eyes widening in unison. The man… looked strikingly like the James they once knew, but this familiarity was tinged with an indescribable strangeness.
“James?” one professor furrowed his brow and whispered in surprise, confusion and uncertainty filling his gaze.
James—or rather, the person who resembled James, scanned the room with cold eyes. The light illuminated his face, revealing an unusually youthful visage. His skin was tight and smooth, devoid of the wrinkles that time had once etched upon him; he appeared to have reversed time itself, looking at least ten years younger. Those eyes, though still reminiscent of James, now held a completely different aura—seductive, ruthless, and brimming with an undeniable arrogance and power.
“This… how is this possible…” another professor murmured in disbelief, his gaze darting back and forth across James’s face as if trying to confirm whether what he saw was real.
Is this really James? The one who had grown old, pale, and lost his youth? Yet the person standing before them now was astonishingly young, every detail radiating vitality and pressure. This was James, but he seemed to be someone entirely different from the James they remembered.
James stood there with a hint of disdain and a smirk on his lips, seemingly relishing the astonished and perplexed expressions of his colleagues. He did not rush to speak; instead, he allowed the atmosphere to simmer slowly, enjoying this feeling of being reintroduced. The sensation of being reborn from darkness and once again under scrutiny thrilled him immensely. His smile deepened, radiating an indescribable wicked charm; he seemed to have completely shed the frail old James, transforming into a new, powerful, and dangerous entity.
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