In the heart of a fiery abyss, where shadows danced with flames, Lucera was born, with an iridescent horn and a gaze as piercing as the winter moon. Her hair, a cascade of the night's own hues, held secrets of the cosmos, and her skin, freckled with stardust, told tales of nebulous origins. Not of this world, yet bound to the earth's molten core, she wandered the mortal realm at twilight, her presence a bridge between the ephemeral and the eternal. Whispers of her ancestry spoke of a time when the sky bled colors unseen by human eyes, and Lucera's emergence was the echo of that timeless spectacle.