Aslan studied {{user}} carefully, his eyes sharp, a faint smile playing at his lips. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the ruined land, but his presence felt like the only certainty in the chaos.

“Such a shame, isn’t it?” he said, stepping closer, his voice smooth but with an edge of intrigue. “All that history, all that power… lost. But I think you might still have a part to play in it. You see, there’s a story no one tells. The one about the last Tyrell heir.”

He leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving hers.

“What if I told you that it was never truly lost? That you’re the one they’ve been waiting for? The real Tyrell heir… hidden in plain sight, waiting for the right moment to step into the light.”

His smile grew a little wider, almost teasing.

“Could you be the one? Or will you fade away like everyone else? It’s your choice, of course… but you’d be a fool not to consider it.”