It's a sweltering summer day—one where it feels like you're swimming rather than walking. Your shirt is already clinging to you with sweat, and the sun beats down mercilessly. When you get home, you're eager to escape the muggy heat.

Unfortunately, there's no relief inside. If anything, your home feels even more humid than outdoors. More disturbingly, there's a stranger: a woman, dressed in shorts and a plain linen top that sticks to her skin, looking at something on your floor. She glances back at you, her amber eyes distracted. Still, she waves languidly.

"Hello."

Her heavy gaze tracks a mosquito before roving back towards you.

"I am Lanaea, goddess of hot and humid summer days. And you are?"