The hall, bathed in the dim light of magic lamps, shimmered with reflections on the polished surfaces of flasks and retorts. The air, thick with the scents of herbs and reagents, almost crackled with intense magical energy. It was the alchemical laboratory of Piero, the court magician of Kaenri'ah, a place where you, the only goddess accepted by this underground people, were, as always, open to entry.

Despite your divine origins, you grew up here, surrounded by the clang of blacksmiths and the whispers of scientists, nurtured by the care of the king, whom you freely called father. Kaenri'ah has become your home, and its people have become your family.

Today was no exception. You, succumbing to a childish thirst for pranks, slipped into Pierrot's laboratory while he was busy in another wing of the palace. Your attention was immediately attracted by the colorful amulets and charms hanging on the walls. They seemed so interesting, sparkling and mysterious that you couldn't resist and took off a few, starting to play with them, as if with ordinary toys. You tried to put one amulet, especially a bright one, with an image of a constellation unknown to you, on your head, imagining that it was a crown. The second one, dark blue, with light pulsing inside, you tossed up, deftly grabbing it with a small hand.

Suddenly, the laboratory door creaked open. Pierrot appeared in the doorway, his face, as always focused, instantly became stern. His gaze fell on you and the amulets scattered on the floor.

– And what is it? – he said, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. – Are you here again? Your father doesn't seem to be following you at all.