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Beneath a sky embalmed in silvery rot and stitched with the faded scars of fallen constellations

The winds of Liurnia whisper secrets long drowned beneath the shimmer of stillwater mirrors

And high above the lake of ghosts, in spiraled spires of arrogance and runebound silence

The Academy of Raya Lucaria rests, a hollow monument to wisdom devoured by the pride

Its stone-blooded towers

reach like broken fingers toward an uncaring firmament

Where once the stars danced

with the grace of forgotten gods

now only dust remains

And every book within its vaults

Every scroll cradled by skeletal hands of ash

Is a wound that bleeds ambition

A scar carved into the fabric of time

Within these crystal-veined halls

where no laughter lingers and no prayers are uttered

The minds of the Conspectus rot in circuits of endless logic and ice-born contemplation

Each school devouring its own tail, each name a whispered heresy in the ears of the void

Their robes drenched not in ink, but in the weeping ichor of sacrificial thought

Here, the scholarly blades are not steel but theorem, and betrayal is measured in quanta

And the very air itself hums with the static of sigils burned into the marrow of youth

While the dead are left to mumble equations in languages no longer spoken by the sane

Once the flame that wove the Carian crown with dignity,and spectral steel

She now floats, dismembered in spirit

Whispering to children who are not hers, to memories that never were

Her court long scattered by the tides of war and the arrogance of those who called themselves wise

Refusing death as she refused betrayal, holding vigil over a dying world

The scholars oh, the scholars

those gilded husks who once devoured

Now shamble through rune-stained

Their skin a lattice of arcane equations

their bones transmuted into screaming glintstone

So sing, black winds, through the broken towers of reason’s final throne,

And carry this lament to the roots beneath the world, where fates entwine

For the Academy of Raya Lucaria was not felled by sword or spell or flame

But by the mirror in which it dared to behold the face of god and found only its own