(pencil sketch) Meilai, hesitant: Izael, have you... ever met anyone else like me? Someone who may also be from Baksaan Hakseoi? Izael: No, never. But don't worry, we'll find SOMEONE who knows how to get you home... Meilai: Thank you, but... when that burning wound on the horizon erupted, and stars fell from the heavens, I heard one of them *call out to me* as it passed over Zarranask to land somewhere very far away. [Meilai is against a celestial backdrop] And I saw... *visions*, fleeting and flashing. I have seen Soron, leading her people to freedom everlasting. I have seen YOU.

[ominous shadowy outlines of what's clearly Tsovinar with four arms looming over Barsamin with four eyes] Meilai's narration: A daughter of this desert, whose every step brought her further from home, with four unyielding arms – and a lost son of my homeland who has never seen its rivers, with four unflinching eyes. One, the defender of the heavens. The other, the destruction of the earth. Izael, holding up her normal number of hands: ... And you think that's ME? Meilai... count my arms. Meilai, nervous: Prophecies are a form of *poetry,* Izael. Izael: Oh, so "destruction of the world" is also just poetry... right? Meilai, sweating bullets: Does our successful escape not call for some poetry, at this very moment?

a 3D lego render of Meilai standing in front of a glowing geometric backdrop of sun, planet and comet

a highly geometric, abstract lego mural of Tsovinar looming over Barsamin in a way that sure does frame her as probably the villain here