In the quiet hour after the last bell fades, when classrooms empty and corridors soften into dusk, a single lamp still glows.

In the quiet glow of early morning, a classroom waits. Dust drifts through thin sunlight, settling on worn wooden desks carved with initials of children who once dreamed loudly.

Report card, a piece of paper meant to capture how deeply knowledge has taken root. Yet for years, it has acted more like camouflage than clarity. Students step into classrooms…