He looked at his hands, then at the stone walls of the city. Everything was a conversation between elements that had existed since the dawn of time. He wasn't just studying a textbook; he was learning the language the world used to build itself.
Professor Weiss stepped to the front, holding a simple glass of water. "General chemistry," he began, his voice echoing, "is the grammar of existence. It tells us why atoms shake hands or pull away." Allgemeine und Anorganische Chemie
Weeks passed, and the course shifted toward the —the world of things that never drew breath. They moved from the abstract logic of thermodynamics to the cold, hard reality of the elements. He looked at his hands, then at the stone walls of the city