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Tempest's beautiful brow remained furrowed, her emerald eyes locked on Penelope.

The Siren tribe, nestled within the heart of Eden, were known for a multitude of abilities, not just enchanting voices and the power of sound.

If one of them had Foresight, the ability to glimpse into the future... then the possibility of it being true hung heavy in the air! 

A weight even heavier than the storm clouds above.

"But what is The Feminist?" she pressed, her voice a mix of frustration and a flicker of dawning curiosity.

Penelope, her own features etched with a mixture of hope and disbelief, recited the cryptic lines of the prophecy.

"Men..."

She began, her voice gaining a touch of theatricality, as one would recount a forgotten legend.