Mira had never been anything special. In her tiny village, she was known as "no-talent Mira," the girl who couldn't weave, farm, or even bake without things going horribly wrong. She had resigned herself to a quiet, uneventful life on the outskirts of society, watching others succeed while she faded into obscurity. But deep down, a spark of frustration burned. Why was she the *only* one who didn't seem to have a purpose?