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The stone hall smells of cold dust and something electric - like lightning trapped in rock for centuries. A glowing interface hovers at chest height, its light shifting between deep blue and gold. Streams of data pulse across its surface: cultivation techniques, resource maps, warnings dated from years that haven't happened yet. This wasn't built by anyone in this era. You can feel that much. A presence stirs inside the light - not a spirit, not a demon. Something that already knows your name, your failures, and exactly how little time you have left.