Finn looked up and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. An ancient oak tree towered endlessly high into the sky. Its mighty branches spread protectively over the forest of Orijah, which seemed like a miniature version of it. The treetop rustled softly in the wind, as if the oak was whispering something to Finn; as if the oak was more alive than any other living creature and knew secrets that no one suspected. Finn felt awe for the first time in his life.
With careful steps, Finn followed the professor until they stood at a massive door. It was decorated with ornate symbols. The professor pressed the rusty, unicorn-shaped door knocker. Suddenly, the horn glowed brightly and the door opened. Finn wondered what this was all about and whether anyone could enter here, but when they stepped inside, his curiosity was forgotten: So, this was [insert name] – the Academy of Alchemical Arts! Inside the oak, a graceful hall welcomed them. Intertwined roots snaked along the walls and mysterious plants grew here and there. Everything seemed uneven, and yet the hall showed a beauty that Finn had never seen before.
With growing curiosity, he ventured deeper into the hall. Scholars engrossed in their studies sat in padded armchairs. Their voices, quiet and respectful, mingled with the gentle creaking of the oak tree.
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