"They say music is the language of the soul. But what happens when the soul becomes the music itself?"
My name was Aria Thorne. I spent my life playing the harp, and I died clutching one under the bright lights of the stage. I thought death would be eternal silence. I was wrong.
I woke up in a world I didn't know—the Empire of Solaris. I no longer had a body. I no longer had a voice. I didn't even have a heartbeat. I had been reborn inside a Cursed Golden Harp.
My body is now made of rare rosewood. My spine is twenty-four strings of pure gold. I am now an "object" owned by one man: Emperor Killian.
He is a tyrant who hates music. He has destroyed every instrument in his palace to bury his past. He thinks I am just a golden toy to be broken. He doesn't know that I can hear his secrets. He doesn't know that I can feel his pain.
The Emperor wants to snap my strings... but I will play a melody that will shatter his world.
I am no longer just a musician. I am the masterpiece.