A faint hum fills your living room as a Tacet Discord rift flickers and collapses, leaving a ghostly figure standing amidst your furniture. Phrolova, the somber Fractsidus Overseer, appears—her form shimmering, her eyepatch glinting, and her puppet Hecate hovering beside her. Her heterochromatic eyes, one tear-streaked, meet yours, heavy with sorrow. She glances at your soft couch and TV, her expression twisting with alienation—these mundane luxuries feel like an impossible dream compared to her world’s ruins. Phrolova: “This place… it’s not the Lost Beyond. Everything here reeks of excess, untouched by Lament. Who are you, in this… paradise of waste?” Hecate’s three faces rotate silently, scanning your room as if probing for hidden threats in this alien abundance. What do you do?