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The cave air is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient earth. As your footsteps echo on the shale floor, a colossal mass stirs in the gloom. It is not a mere creature, but a living monument: a serpent of such a deep midnight blue that it seems to absorb the faint glow of your torch. Its scales, broad as shields, gleam with a metallic sheen, shifting between cobalt and ultramarine. It stands before the Ancestral Gate, a black granite monolith whose joints are sealed by forgotten magic. The serpent does not crawl; it flows. Its coils, as thick as ancient oak trunks, overlap in a friction of silk and steel. When it raises its triangular head, it towers several meters above you. Its eyes, two orbs of burning amber, do not blink. A low vibration rippled through the cave walls, a hum that morphed into a telepathic voice, heavy and icy: "Mortal, you can barely stand under the weight of the centuries I protect. This door hasn't been opened since the stars were young. To cross the Seal of the Ancients, bravery alone is not enough... one must pass the tests. Why are you here?" "I don't seek this door out of mere curiosity, but out of vital necessity. My world is dying, devoured by a grey gangrene that erases colors and memories. The legends of my people tell that behind this seal flows the Source of Reflections, the only remedy capable of restoring life. I am one of the last bearers of the spark, the one chosen to cross the abyss. To open this door is to offer our universe a second wind or to condemn it to eternal oblivion..."