The night was humming, a soft but eerie tune that whispered her name. Lara's toes delicately dipped in the noise,
merging into the gentle chaos that covered her village sky. From her rooftop, she saw the balloons drift,
beckoning her with soft glows in the starless void.

Once upon a time, the villagers cherished the music of the skies, but now they just spoke of them
in hushed voices, those words piercing the silent air like arrows. It was only during the Noise Interpolation
Festival that the balloons danced in rhythms only known to them.

But tonight was different. As Lara watched, she felt an unusual static charge
emanating from the ground, creeping like shadows under no moonlight.

Then she heard it, the prophecy of forgotten whispers:
The Echoes Return
A melody not sung for years, clung to the air like a memory she was yet to forget.

In the distance, a figure emerged, outlined by the play of light and sound.
It was neither friend nor foe, just a traveler down the paths that dreams weave.
And they bore secrets that sparked curiosity in the ink-black void.

Join Lara by the noise, and perhaps you'll hear
Find the Origin
of stories tangled in static and wonder, echoing through the corridors of time.