Dark Lyra: The Obscure Tune of Aether
The night air thickens with an irregular cadence, a song half-remembered in half-dreams. Fleeting notes of silver entwine the cosmic fabric, suddenly, utterly profound.*
Is this Lyra? Orbiting endlessly in a forgotten paradigm, somewhere between the silky strands of space and the radiant lull of stars awakening?
Ponder the gentle push against invisible strings, plucking frequencies only ever experienced in waking reverie. Her haunting whispers, a melody of the void.
"The tune shifts," they say. The circle unbroken, yet breaking, through strands like old tales carried by the voice of winds astray. Dance mildly to the orchestrated chaos; feel the symmetry dissolve.*