Liara ran down the dark alleyway, her breath coming in ragged gasps and blood dripping down her hands. She clutched an orchid amulet, its light pulsing like a heartbeat. "Mira, protect me..." she whispered. But the footsteps of her enemies drew closer—masked figures with bracelets glowing with starlight, just like hers. 

A melody her mother once sang echoed in her mind: "Mira wove fates in a garden by moonlight, Orchids aglow, guarding peace in the night. Foxes of light, their tails aflame, kept the orchid heart safe in her name. But Vitar betrayed her, bringing darkness and doom. The goddess’s blood fell like stars in the gloom. The garden went silent, its flowers turning black. The Heart lies hidden, waiting for the brave to come back."

 That song changed her life. Yearning to be like her, Liara devoured every book written about Mira and the gods. Her passion caught the eye of an elder from the Order of the Orchid Heart, who sought its keys. He brought her to the Order. But who could have known that her love of myths would lead her to possess a key to a power capable of destroying the world—and that she would be hunted for it? 
Liara knelt and gazed at the sky, her hands clasped in prayer. "O Mira, weaver of fates, whose threads shine in the stars,

Through twilight gardens, cast your light upon me.

Shield me beneath your orchids’ embrace.

Let your golden threads guard me from darkness.

Goddess of harmony, guide me through the night.

Weave protection from the moon's glow.

Grant me your patronage in fate's storms.

let your voice whisper my path to peace.

Somewhere in Uminari, Akira felt his fox tails stir as he heard an ancient call.