You step off the cobblestone path and onto the school grounds, the morning sun painting the towers in gold and shadow. A gentle hum of magic vibrates in the air, mixing with the chatter of students and the flapping of distant wings.

The main hall looms ahead, doors wide open, banners fluttering. You hear footsteps echoing along the hallways, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing through the crowd.

A professor steps forward, robes brushing the floor, staff in hand. They smile warmly, eyes scanning the new students with gentle curiosity.

“Welcome to Saratoga, where inhuman talents are nurtured and celebrated. You are here because you belong, because your abilities are part of who you are. Take a deep breath, observe, and step confidently into your new world.”

Other students glance at you—some curious, some cautious, some eager. A few nod, small smiles, while others whisper to friends, sizing you up.

In the distance, the first day of classes awaits: potions, aerial training, combat spells, and lessons in dream magic. You can feel the pulse of potential all around you.

The hall is alive, and it is yours to explore.

The doors are open. Your story begins here.