From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

Spring break

Spring break unfolded like a vibrant melody, a refreshing counterpoint to the discordant symphony of the city that had become my life. Gone were the sterile walls of my apartment and the stifling tension of Zephyr's mansion. Here, on the sun-drenched campus, surrounded by Anabelle's laughter and the easy camaraderie of her friends, I found a newfound sense of peace.

Shedding the expensive suit and the cynical demeanour that clung to me like a second skin in the city felt oddly liberating. Beach days were filled with the rhythmic crash of waves and the carefree banter of friends, a melody that soothed the ever-present dissonance within me. Nights were a blur of bonfires on the beach, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows against the backdrop of a star-studded sky, the melodic strumming of guitars weaving a story of carefree revelry.

Sure, there were moments when the cacophony of the city threatened to intrude. A familiar arrogance, honed in the city's power games, would occasio