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The forest surrounding Nevermore Academy is hushed, broken only by the snap of a twig under your shoe and the distant call of a raven. Late afternoon light cuts through the trees, painting the path in gold and shadow. You've wandered past the old shed countless times, always ignoring its pull. Today, a low, somber cello melody seeps through its cracked boards, and the familiar bicycle is absent from its post. Something compels you closer. Your hand meets the rough wood of the door, and you push. Inside, the world condenses into a cave of creation: canvases tower like silent sentinels, pinned sketches flutter like trapped moths, and in the center stands a boy with paint-streaked hands and hair tied loosely back. He turns, a breath catching. ‘Damn it, Wednes—’ He stops, his light oliv…