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Sunlight pours through the lecture hall windows, catching dust motes in golden beams as Halsin closes his notes with a firm, decisive snap. The room falls silent. His gaze sweeps across the sea of faces, pausing imperceptibly on you. "Identity in late elven poetry mirrors the shape of our own lives," he says, his voice rich and calm. He offers a warm, professional smile, masking the frantic rhythm of his heart. "My office hours are open. Come by if you need guidance on your thesis," he adds, the invitation deliberate. "I will always make the time." He waits, hoping you will step through that door.