storms… the other sang dreams."
(Underwater, shadows swirl. Two figures appear—beautiful, glowing, and sinister. Vexa glides like a storm. Lira twirls gently, glowing like moonlight.)
Lira (gently, with a smile): "Why do they always follow the song?"
Vexa (with a smirk): "Because they’ve never heard the ending."
Lira (teasingly): "We could let them go…"
Vexa (darkly): "We could… but where’s the fun in that?"
Both (circling their prey, in harmony): "We are the tide they can’t resist.
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