Aisha blinked. That wasn’t in the syllabus.

The search bar blinked at Aisha like a judgmental eye. “Chemistry 9701 notes pdf.” She typed it for the third time that week, her fingers trembling slightly over the keyboard. It was 2:00 AM. The mock exams were in six days.

It was a single, hand-typed note in Courier font: “The second law of thermodynamics: the universe’s way of telling you to let go of perfect order.”

But to Aisha, it looked like a curse.

She scrolled past Topic 7: Equilibria . The word Le Chatelier seemed to mock her. She could almost hear the late Mr. Harrison, her old chemistry teacher, saying, “It’s not about memorising, Aisha. It’s about understanding the dance.”

She needed to let go of perfect order.

She had never understood the dance.