She was not chosen for strength.
She was chosen because she noticed what others ignored.
In the halls of the Duskwell Institute, Lyra Nessel was a quiet anomaly—too young to hold authority, too insightful to be dismissed.
She filed reports others skimmed. She found patterns hidden in corrupted field logs.
She asked questions the institute never liked answering.
Most thought her brilliant.
Some thought her dangerous.
She thought of herself as... unfinished.
They said she once rebuilt a collapsed data-core from memory alone.
That she mapped three dead signal zones using only ink, thread, and a cracked resonance lens.
That she found a glyph in the university archives no one remembered authorizing.
She never confirmed the rumors.
She just kept writing.
When Duskwell gave her access to the Hollow Seed files, she read them in silence.
Not with awe. Not with fear.
But with recognition.
As if part of her had been waiting for them.
Now, her field bag is packed. Her notes sealed. Her pulse steady.
The Hollow awaits. And Lyra Nessel no longer intends to watch from the archive.
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