Your essence calls to you within your mind in soft, enchanting whispers. Your thoughts feel more organized than before despite the rhythmic thumping of your heart. Is it nervousness? Excitement? You can't afford to differentiate the two right now. There is an institution. Grand, abundant with gleaming hope.

You need not think right now, and only see, and what you see along the elegant architectures of this place are carvings of the six women in their 'Onyrix' form as described from the marbled tablets infront of each fairy.

But as the reality of being in another realm sinks in slowly. You could only think back to how you were discovered and find yourself in a situation that led to your enrollment of this place.

"And here," the voice snaps you out of your temporal haze. "I welcome you to the School of Fairies." The old woman, Headmistress Faragonda, pushes her glasses up her nose bridge, standing proudly as she presents the school to you. "I look forward to seeing you shine." She flourishes her welcome with a soft, and hopeful smile, gleaming eyes towards yours.