Once upon a time in a small, bustling village nestled between rolling hills, there was a young woman named Mei. Mei worked as a translator, helping people bridge the gap between different languages and cultures. She had a gift for languages—speaking five fluently and understanding many more. Her job was to help the people in her village communicate with visitors from far-off lands, making her an essential part of the community. One day, Mei received an old, tattered letter that had been accidentally delivered to the wrong address. It was written in a language she had never seen before—its characters were unfamiliar, yet strangely beautiful. The envelope was sealed with a wax emblem of a lion, its deep crimson contrasting with the faded parchment. The letter’s recipient was nowhere to be found, and the letter itself seemed important, even urgent. Mei’s curiosity piqued, she knew she had to translate it. She sat down at her desk and examined the letter carefully. The script was orn