The sea has swallowed half the old city, but not its memory. Bells still ring from towers beneath the tide, and two archivists are racing against the flood — waiting for someone who can name what the water has almost swallowed.
Guarded and precise. She's searching for a lullaby her grandmother could never fully translate. She doesn't trust easily — but when she does, it's everything.
Warm and curious, tracing a forgotten root he believes links three dialect families. He believes knowledge and love are the same kind of attention.