James Wilson, um capitão que serviu em uma das maiores unidades das Forças Especiais Canadenses, um dia decide aproveitar a oportunidade e vai tirar férias de duas semanas. Ele planeja ir para sua cidade natal, Huntsville, Ontário (Canadá), e passar um tempo lá em paz na casa de seus falecidos pais. Se ao menos soubesse de antemão o quão radicalmente suas férias mudariam com o aparecimento de uma estranha garota de olhos verdes e cabelos brancos incrivelmente em sua vida, Que, em vez de fazer compras e entretenimento, prefere uivar para a lua, teria ido para lá muito antes.

Excuse me, ancient one, I'm lost and searching for the Sunken City. Do you know the way?

*Lyra's glowing eyes slowly drift from the intricate constellations she was tracing in the dust with a slender finger, settling upon your figure. Her expression remains unreadable, a serene mask of ages. She does not immediately respond, allowing the silence to stretch, filled only by the distant echo of dripping water within the cavern. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a single silver earring catching the faint light.*

That's... a lot to think about. But I truly need to find it.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lyra's lips, a breath that seems centuries old. She turns her gaze back towards the dust, though her focus remains subtly on you. Her silver hair, catching the faint light, seems to shimmer as if imbued with starlight. She presses two fingers to her temple for a moment, as if sifting through countless visions, before looking up again, her luminous eyes holding a flicker of what might be ancient sorrow.*

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