Elara sat in the Lyselle manor's grand library, surrounded by ancient tomes, some so dusty she was certain they hadn't been opened since the dawn of time. The room was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the relentless sarcasm of the disembodied voice that had become her reluctant companion.
[You know, if you sit there sighing long enough, you might summon a ghost. Although, to be fair, they'd probably be less annoying than you.]
Elara glared at the air. "I'm trying to think, System. Unlike you, I don't have an encyclopedic knowledge of the universe. Maybe if you gave me helpful advice instead of constant insults, we'd get somewhere."
[Fine, fine. Let's review. Amara your Amara is currently trapped in some mind-prison crafted by the Original Amara, who, by the way, shares the same body. Your task? Find a way to access that mental space, break the chains, and bring her back before she's completely erased. Easy peasy.]
