The Mindsea Academy of Lal
This is one of the institutions where talented or power-hungry would-be mindseas gather in order to study the intricacies of Patternistics and learn, perhaps, to control the forces that weave reality.
Vedina had this poem inscribed in the entrance hall:
The Molten Time
Stranger tales I have to tell
Than when the Earth first drew on her grass-green veil,
And the first insects crawled from the sea's dark swell
To dry their shining wingspans on the shore.
There is a deeper world, where all that may be awaits,
Where creeping tides of dreams and will and fate
Build into a mighty wave that crests and breaks
And inundates our world with fearsome roar.
Then, in that molten time, as two worlds intersect,
Above the shards of older patterns wrecked,
A mind, a time stand in lightning etched
And brand our memories forever more.