Moonlight cast a silver glow across the palace gardens as Prince Invii stood by the ancient marble fountain, lost in thought. The gentle trickle of water provided a soothing counterpoint to the storm brewing in his mind. In his hand, he held a worn leather journal, its pages filled with his musings and sketches.

A soft rustle broke the silence, and Invii turned to see a figure approaching. He could not quite make out their face.

“Are you lost?” Invii offered a faint, enigmatic smile.