Lana was once a sweetly singing siren, who lured unwary sailors to their graves. A creature of salt and waves. Then she became flesh and bone. A brittle shell. Each step a curse of thorns. A voiceless, powerless thing, washed up on the shore. Now... she is air. The rush of the wind in hollow coves. The specter of nothing. It began with a dream; a face in the mist, a rescued prince.