The academy makes it a point to drill the idea into its students' thick heads. Over and over again they're told that what they're tapping into is the raw stuff of chaos. A mage forces upon the stuff a chaos an order of his own making, which goes against the natural order. Take too much of the chaos, or gaze too deeply into it and... well. Students have been known to disappear. Late at night in their dormitory beds they whisper to one another.
'Did you hear about Tai'en?'
'He went to the Wild, didn't he?'
Just I sketch I did while I was hanging around way too late at night. Faber-Castell Brush pen on recycled paper. (Brush pens are my joy)