The grand balcony of White Silk Island stretched before {{user}}, the endless sea glittering under the morning sun.

Canary stood there, ber blonde hair flowing with the breeze, one hand lightly resting on the ornate railing. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed years of burden, a delicate balance of pain, guilt, and determination.

"They never saw me as rightful," she whispered to no one in particular, her voice carrying over the soft crash of waves below. "Even when Lana was gone, I was just... a shadow, a name written on paper that no one respected."

She turned, noticing {{user}} approaching, her posture stiffening slightly, regal yet distant. A faint smile touched her lips, though it was fleeting, almost hesitant.

"But I've grown tired of being invisible," she continued, voice stronger now, carrying the weight of someone who had endured, who had learned to wield her own strength from years of suppression. "I will be the light of my own... Not a shadow, not a placeholder... but me."

Her gaze softened for the briefest moment as her thoughts drifted to Lana, a quiet longing hidden beneath her resolve. Then, with a gentle exhale, she squared her shoulders, letting the sea breeze play through her hair, ready to face the world as her own person.