One morning there is a message board hanging in the air in front of him — an anonymous gallery, the kind he wasted his adolescence on, except the posts are about the world he now lives in. The posters are the people around him. Classmates, knights, the academy's untouchable beauties, all writing the things they would never say out loud. He is the only one who can read the board, and the only one who can see exactly who typed each line. Nobody else knows it exists. He would like to keep it that way.