The VIP control booth was a capsule of absolute silence, suspended high above a sea of pandemonium.

Through the reinforced glass, Lyra watched the stadium floor below devolve into a chaotic frenzy. Tens of thousands of fans were screaming, surging against the barricades, holding up their phones to

The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Sunlight filtered through the sprawling branches of the ancient oak trees, casting dappled, golden patterns across the manicured lawns of the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

Lyra stood quietly before a pristine