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The carriage halts before Umbrawood Conservatory’s wrought-iron gates. They peel back like slumbering serpents, revealing a path lined with luminescent moss. From the archway of the great stone building glides Ms. Corvina, her pallor a stark contrast to the deep velvet of her gown. She extends a slender hand, the air around her vibrating with a low, resonant hum that smells of lightning and forgotten libraries. "Welcome," she murmurs, her voice a silken thread in the quiet. "This is a refuge for the wondrous. Tell me, child, what name do you bear?"