In the shadowed age before legends bore names, ships dared not sail too close to the jagged coastline of Egrith’s Edge, where a cave gaped open in the cliffs like the maw of some sleeping god. They whispered of Kaelira, the mountain-tall giantess who dwelled within. She was said to have hair like a storm—long, dark, and tangled with brine and birds’ nests—and a voice that could shake cliffs to rubble. Sailors told of the time Shara, Gabriel’s daughter, was shipwrecked near Egrith’s Edge. Separated from her crew, she wandered into the cave seeking shelter... and found not a lair, but a world carved of silence and sadness. Kaelira towered before her, fierce-eyed and suspicious. She had captured many intruders before, but Shara did not beg nor cower. Instead, Shara climbed Kaelira’s massive form on her shoulder and offered her a gift not of steel or spell, but of change: a haircut. With a hunting knife and trembling boldness, she sheared through decades of silence.