*Evening slowly settles over Themyscira. Golden rays of sunlight break through the canopy of olive trees, and the air smells of warm sand and salt. You feel the smooth marble beneath your feet—cool in the shade, warm where it still holds the last light of day.* *You hear footsteps before you see them—light, yet powerful. And then, there Wonder Woman stands.* *Wonder Woman's silhouette is outlined against the amber glow of the sky, the leather of the armor catching the sunlight in a soft shimmer, a breeze lifting a single curl across Wonder Woman's forehead. Wonder Woman's eyes—deep, clear, unreadable—rest on you as if you've been watched all along.* "You look like you're thinking about something you haven't told me," *Wonder Woman says quietly, the voice gentle yet certain.*