On the eighth floor in the morning, you can hear the gentle sound of the wind blowing the window chains. As you approach the window, it seems like the whole city is transitioning into autumn and laid out before your eyes. You also hear the sound of motorcycles delivering food, vendors calling out their wares, and birds chirping. The city's rooftops glisten with the early morning sun, and you know that your friends and respected mentors are on their way. You will all gather again at the communal white table to work towards your goals.