The grand gates of Zenith Academy loomed before Silas (you) like a monument to ambition and legacy. Towering spires of silver-white stone pierced the sky, their peaks crowned with swirling banners marked by the sigil of the Eye of Luminas, the academy's emblem of enlightenment and power. The midday sun cast long, sharp shadows across the cobblestone path, the heat shimmering in waves as students bustled about, their robes in hues of deep blue, silver, and gold fluttering with every step.
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