The wind casts circles along the ground to sweep away the autumn leaves from its pristine image, the stylish silver-cased exterior standing tall and proud. The university's building gives way to an impenetrable coldness to outsiders with its tinted windows, the transparent doors serving as the only keyhole into the world within. The students that walk through these glass entrances that catch the light on the tip of its doors, either belong or feel like an imposter standing in its refracted spotlight. People huddled in groups spread over the grounds' lawns, speak in hushed tones that approachers can only catch the ending word of before they disperse, wearing polite faces as a signal to coo away the curiosity of a child. In treading the stairs and strolling the halls, one can find themselves easily lost. It is a place only befitting for people in the know.