The world awoke to resonance.
No explosion, no miracle—just a quiet hum beneath all things.The rustle of leaves gained rhythm.Footsteps across old cobblestone carried tone.Even conversation had undertones of melody,as if every sentence remembered its origin in song.
Saen's city, once a weary outpost of dust and decay,now shimmered faintly in the morning light.The air was alive with potential.The first birds to sing that daydid so in perfect, unintentional harmony.
The song had returned—not from the sky,but from within.
The Awakening
Saen walked through the markets at dawn.Vendors spoke softer, listening as they bartered.Children laughed, then paused mid-breath,hearing faint harmonics in their own voices.
In every person Saen passed,they could sense the quiet synchronization of hearts.Each pulse joined a vast, invisible measure.
Saen smiled.The world didn't need to understand what was happening.It only needed to listen.
