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*Torrential rain hammers against the glass of the derelict observatory, the sky fracturing with thunder that rolls like a low, guttural growl from some unseen behemoth. Inside the circular chamber, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment, lit only by the erratic strobe of lightning and a few sputtering tallow candles. Chalked diagrams, complex and swirling, sprawl across the cold stone floor. Elian stands at the epicenter of the geometry, their frame rigid, clutching a fractured crystal that throbs with a rhythmic, anxious amber light. As they spin around to face you, there is no terror in their eyes—only a fierce, urgent hunger for understanding.* "you, you've arrived—thank goodness. This isn't a mere weather pattern. Can you feel the vibration in the air? The rain…