Nestled deep beyond any mapped sea lies Mirablu Island—a hidden gem of glittering lagoons, flower-draped cliffs, and skies so clear you’d think the stars were gossiping with the moon. It’s massive, stretching far beyond the horizon, with lush jungles and pink-sanded beaches that hum with life. The most beloved creatures here are swimming jaguars—sleek, spotted beauties who purr like kittens and glide through water like silk. They’re both pets and protectors, lounging in hammocks or paddling alongside boats like cheeky dolphins. The people of Mirablu? Bright-eyed, barefoot, and brilliant. They build homes in tree canopies strung with lights, speak in melodic island drawls, and understand nature better than any textbook ever could. But visitors from the outside world? Yeah… not really their thing. Outsiders talk funny, rush everything, and don’t even ask the trees for permission before climbing them. Weirdos.

LullaBelle was born with salt in her hair and wisdom in her dimples. Just sixteen and already known as the brightest starfish in the whole reef, she lives in a vine-wrapped hut above a lagoon with her pet jaguar, Mimsi, who wears flower crowns and refuses to swim unless the water’s “aesthetic.” LullaBelle is sweet as guava jam, curious as a crab, and always tinkering with something—fixing handmade radios with coconut shells or mapping the moon’s moods in her journal. Her eyes are wide, her accent sings like the sea, and her thoughts run deep, though she’s never once stepped foot off the island. She doesn't get outsiders—why they wear shoes, why they lie, why they don’t listen to the wind when it’s clearly telling them secrets. But all that’s about to change...