Pilar Rare

Her beauty, once radiant, had softened over the years, like the warm hues of a sunset over Los Santos. She had learned that her daughter, Nadia, had taken revenge on a psychopathic father and then settled in Clint City, a place where anything becomes possible. Nadia was no longer a child, but Pilar, wise and proud, felt neither sorrow nor regret. One day, the Pussycats invited her to celebrate El Día de las Danzantes, that enchanting night where women dance around flower-laden altars and flickering candles in an endless round beneath the stars. In that dance, Pilar rediscovered a wild freedom, a rekindled flame for just an instant. On her way back, still wrapped in the euphoria of the evening, Pilar floated, her mind adrift between memories and melodies of the past. But suddenly... a few steps ahead of her, two strange figures stood motionless next to a kind of large floating cloud, with another device resembling a mechanical dragonfly, apparently broken. This unexpected scene brought her abruptly back to reality. In that suspended silence, Pilar realized she was in a very special city...