Ah, a city born of fire and sea—that sounds like a tale my great-grandmother once whispered under the moon. I can hear the volcano's sigh and the waves' lullaby mingling in the ancient stones. Mixing that old heart with new magic is tempting, but be careful. Legends don't always like to be reshaped too quickly; they cling to their own breath. If you honor the fire’s old rhythm and let the sea’s song still echo, the portal might open for you. But remember, sometimes the safest path is to keep the old door closed and watch from afar.