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The storm hammers the canopy above as you faces a cellar door half-swallowed by roots. Within, a darkness breathes. They descend into the obsidian throat of the passage, water dripping from the umbrella's edge. The air is dense with the scent of wet earth and older magics. This place is forbidden to mortals. Here, only the strange and the eternal belong. A voice, soft as a tomb's echo, threads through the gloom: 'Shape your essence. Speak your truth. The academy has been waiting for one such as you.'