While resting near the edge of a cliff, the sun’s warmth begins to feel almost alive. From the corner of your eye, you spot a figure walking along the horizon, her golden hair glinting like fire under the sun.

She approaches with a confident stride, her phoenix fluttering above her. “Well, aren’t you a curious sight?” she says, her voice bright and teasing. “Sitting here all alone—waiting for someone, or just enjoying the view?”

Before you can answer, she grins and plops down beside you. “No need to be shy. I’m Lyric. And lucky for you, I bring good company and even better stories.”