The rain fell in sheets, blurring the path ahead as Avera pedaled her bicycle through the sodden plains outside Pyre. Her clothes clung to her, heavy and cold, mirroring the ache in her heart. She sought refuge in a small wooded area, the canopy providing a brief respite from the downpour, but not from the tears that mingled with the raindrops on her face.

Suddenly, her wheels lost purchase on the muddy ground. The bicycle skidded, throwing her from the seat and sending her tumbling into the wet grass. She lay there, the cool rain a gentle balm on her skin, the sweet scent of a freshly washed world filling her lungs. A newness of life, a strange hope, stirred within her as she turned her head.

Through the driving rain, a dark shape emerged in the distance: a grand, rectangular structure, nestled against a thick line of trees. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, an anomaly in a world built of maurium and sleek, modern lines. An irresistible pull, an almost physical tug, urged her forward. Setting her bicycle upright, she mounted it again, riding towards the mysterious building with a growing sense of destiny.