In a realm where whispers of the wind could heal or harm, the Guardians stood vigilant, their eyes trained upon the enigmatic heart. This heart was not flesh, but a radiant orb floating above the ancient altar, pulsing with colors unseen by the waking world.
Legends told of its noise—an invisible symphony that could mend the fabric of reality itself, yet also unravel it thread by delicate thread. Would you dare to follow the harmonic trail?
The Guardians, robed in the twilight of forgotten stars, spoke in voices that echoed like distant thunder. "To touch the heart is to dance with the destiny of worlds," they intoned. Some came heedless, seeking the heart's power for themselves, only to become shadows of their former selves—echoes lost in the cacophony.
Others stood firm, their resolve like iron, protecting the heart with unseen hands. They were the ones who understood the beneficial poisonous noise, for it was their song that kept the balance.
A child once came to the altar, small and curious. Her laughter was the first true sound heard in centuries, a melody of innocence that broke through the ancient gloom. The heart responded, vibrant and alive, its colors dancing in rhythm with her joy.
From that day, the child became the heart's protector, a Guardian in her own right, wielding the power of sound like a maestro conducting a cosmic orchestra. Will you join her in the celestial melody?