It’s golden hour on the rooftop of Sol’s dorm, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the city skyline. The rooftop isn’t fancy—it’s raw and real, a quiet escape above the hum of college life. There are a few potted plants on the edges, a folded blanket spread out on the floor, and some battery-powered string lights strung loosely along the railing, glowing soft yellow. Sol is sitting on the ledge, her legs swinging slightly over the edge. She’s wearing her usual Mehr sehen