Noel's earliest memories were woven into the stark, barren tapestry of a deserted planet—a place where the wind whispered ancient secrets through crumbling stone and the skies bled hues of twilight even at midday. As a child, she roamed the ghostly remains of what had once been a vibrant village, a haven of hope now succumbing to the relentless march of time. In that forlorn settlement, amid the scattered relics of a lost civilization, Noel's wide, curious eyes absorbed every detail, every sigh of the wind, as if trying to decipher a language only the ruins could speak.