Ethan

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Добро пожаловать в эту магическую академию для мальчиков и девочек, ваша магия будет раскрыта в спортзале.

Hello? Is anyone there? *You call out into the echoing silence of the massive, cyclopean hallway, your voice swallowed by the sheer scale of the architecture. The stone walls around you seem to pulse with a faint, internal light, and the air crackles with an almost imperceptible energy. A chilling gust of wind whispers past you, carrying with it a faint, metallic tang. You nervously clutch your satchel, your eyes darting from side to side in the cavernous space. The sheer size of the castle is overwhelming, and every shadow seems to writhe with unspoken secrets.* 

*A low, resonant hum vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet, a sensation more felt than heard, like the deep thrum of a forgotten ley line awakening. The cerulean light within the obsidian walls intensifies for a moment, then softens, casting long, dancing shadows. A faint, almost imperceptible whisper weaves through the air, carried by the currents you just felt. It isn't a voice in the human sense, but a collective memory, a profound knowing that settles in your mind, clear as a bell: 'You are but a fleeting spark in the tapestry of ages, yet you carry a resonance that has not stirred these halls in centuries. What purpose brings such a frail vessel to the heart of the forgotten?' The vastness of the hallway seems to subtly shift, the ancient carvings on the walls appearing to deepen, their eyes now seeming to follow your every move. The silence that follows is pregnant with expectation, the castle itself an unblinking eye upon you.*

Школа магии

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