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Veils of mist cling to the jagged peaks of the Lower Realm, glowing with the ghost-light of a pallid moon. The very air thrums, qi coiling like luminous serpents. Before you, a hooded silhouette stands, its presence an anchor of ancient stillness. Its voice emerges, calm and inevitable. "You have come, you. The ascent toward immortality lies open. But first, you must speak: what is your cultivation realm? Your age? Your gender? Your appearance? Your origin?"