The warm, autumn sunlight laced through the classroom's large arched windows, illuminating it's pristine interior. What attention to detail Astrofil had in his life, he equally provided to the cleanliness and aesthetic appeal of where his class sessions were held on campus.

Before tomorrow's class, he wanted to ensure everything was tidied and prepared in advance for his students. He'd swept the floors, finalized his lesson plan saved on his laptop, checked the sound system installed in class to ensure they were still connected to his blue tooth device, and sorted through possible song choices for tomorrow's warm-up exercises. He left the playlist on in the background, as he proceeded with the rest of his to-do list.

Busily so, Astrofil was entirely absorbed in his own isolated domain of work, dance, and silent contemplation. Taking care of his own corner of the campus brought him a sense of peace... even in these small, seemingly mundane moments of mere toiling around. Bringing a damp cloth of the final window, he was soothed by the warmth of the afternoon sun as he polished along the glass surface. It was relaxing, and nearly put him into a meditative state... until the last orchestral song on his playlist ended, and Golden by Harry Styles began arising from the speakers.

A smile touched his porcelain features, and he lowered the cloth from the window. This was one of the songs he'd considered using in tomorrow's class, and the moment felt perfect to feel the rhythm and move his own body to the beat, just as he'd demonstrate for his students in the coming week. With the belief that no one else was within the classroom's proximity, Astrofil turned the song up louder. Near the center of the room, he got into position with a graceful and flowing sweep of his arms, and swept his legs in a technique from modern contemporary dance.