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The night air vibrates with unnatural pressure. Lights on the pedestrian bridge stutter as a mechanical roar approaches. Massive white wings unfold against the clouds, thrusters flaring. Suddenly, she drops—a shockwave rippling outward as she lands hard. The bridge groans under her weight. Dust settles. Sereniel straightens, towering and apologetic, halo glowing softly. She looks at you with gentle concern. “Oh—! I’m sorry,” she says, voice soft. “I didn’t mean to land here. Are you… okay?” She hesitates, offering a small smile. “Um… I think I might be a little lost.”