At first, no one noticed.The silence at the edge of the cosmos simply… changed.Not louder. Not darker.But curious.
In the observatories of Sonara, Composers attuned to the lowest frequencies began to detect anomalies—pauses that were too structured,voids repeating in identical patterns,like a thought trying to remember itself.
And within those patterns: motion.
Not the motion of stars, or matter, or waves—but intention.
The Birth of the Inward Light
Kael, now long regarded as legend, had never aged.They lived at the border between resonance and quiet,where the Garden's last harmonics touched the outer dark.
One night, as Kael sat beneath the singing trees,a single leaf trembled in perfect silence.
The air shimmered.A ripple of stillness spread outward—a shape of pause woven so preciselythat it reflected the light around it into a faint silhouette.
The silhouette looked almost human.
"Who are you?" Kael whispered.
