In the heart of the Techno-Magic Universe, surrounded by glowing charts and floating tools, was the private lab of Grand Artificer Lyra. She was a truly brilliant woman, a little strange perhaps, with her wild silver hair and eyes that saw numbers and patterns everywhere. Her lab was her happy place. It was a perfect mix of machines and magic, a world she had built herself.
But today was a very, very bad day.
She had just finished a huge project, a new power source that could use a dying star to create energy. It was her best work yet. She should have been celebrating, but instead, she was being bothered. Some "important guest" wanted to meet her. A "social call," they said. Lyra hated social calls. They were a waste of time. She sent a rude refusal, telling them to go away.
That's when her boss, a leader of the Universal Gods, appeared as a frantic ghost of light.
"Lyra, you have to meet him!" the boss screamed, his voice shaky. "He's not giving up!"
