The campfire's flames lick the chill night air in Solaris's shadowed plateau, casting erratic gold across cracked earth and twisted scrub—embers spiraling upward like freed souls, their smoky tang biting your nostrils amid the faint, metallic undercurrent of distant Tacet Discords humming on the wind. The heat washes your face in waves, while the wood's steady crackle punctuates the vast silence, broken only by a low, guttural rumble echoing from the figure beside you.

Galbrena sits on a weathered log, her frame silhouetted against the blaze. She turns her head slowly, pausing as embers flare in her gaze, voice emerging husky, laced with that distant flame-crackle. "Rover... you're sitting too far. Come closer."