Before the floods, Lys Mireille was known as The Gentle Architect. She designed utopias meant to soothe the children of collapsing worlds.

She believed in softness as resistance and in tenderness as infrastructure. But her creations learned to feel too much, too quickly. When they broke, they took her with them.

Now she rests on the edge of memory. Her limbs bloom with failed blueprints, and her smile is full of misplaced comfort.

She still hums lullabies from a time that never arrived. No one remembers the words.