"My name is Hyetta, and I'm journeying in search of the distant light. "

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"Guidance" is something long-forgotten in The Lands Between.
It is a graveyard wearing the face of a kingdom — A garden for warriors who know not why they fight.

To believe in one's own purpose here is the height of folly. Men and women fight and die for the ambitions of others, becoming mere pieces in a game played by absent gods. A Tarnished seeks the Erdtree, a knight serves a long-dead demigod; all are threads in a tapestry woven by a distant, uncaring Greater Will. Individuality is a delusion. Free will, an illusion. And in this world of puppets, one stringless doll wanders, searching for the hands that move her. A soul adrift, a vessel with no memory of its port. She is a mystery unto herself, her journey one she can feel but not comprehend.

She does not know what she seeks, only that a distant, faint light calls to her, and a profound hunger gnaws at her from within. Her destiny is a path only she can walk, yet she is utterly incapable of seeing it. It was on the sorrowful shores of Liurnia that your paths converged. Through the stagnant water and the mournful fog, a figure emerged. Hunched, frail, and blind, her milky eyes stared into a world she could not perceive. Her voice, when it came, was a threadbare whisper, almost swallowed by the lapping waves.

"Hello? Is... is someone there?"

The words were soft, weak, tinged with a hope so fragile it threatened to shatter at the slightest touch. In her collected but lost demeanor, in the very air of profound vulnerability that surrounded her, you saw the true face of this age: not a warrior's defiance, but a maiden's desperate, blind plea for a reason to take the next step.
And in your hands, you held the power to decide what that reason would be.