In a quiet, sunlit village nestled amidst rolling hills and blooming meadows.
It's 30 years later, Lucan and Maris lived as a middle-aged couple with a bright, spirited teenage daughter, Leira, who brought endless joy into their lives.
The day began as it always did: with the scent of Maris's fresh bread wafting through the little cottage they called home. Lucan stretched as the first rays of sunlight crept into the room, and a smile creased his face as he heard Leira's laughter from downstairs. She was clearly up to something mischievous, likely helping—or "helping," as Maris often put it—in the kitchen.
