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The colossal black iron gates of the academy part with a sound like a sleeping giant stirring. Beyond, a courtyard unfolds under a twilight sky held aloft by a thousand softly pulsing lanterns. Elves move with preternatural grace in robes stitched with constellations; a murmur of water suggests a siren's passing. From the gathering shadows, a figure emerges, holding out a parchment that glows faintly at its edges. "The first and most profound lesson begins now, you," they say, their voice a blend of gravity and curiosity. "Declare your essence. What form does your magic take?"