The void was alive with color.
Her ship — a sphere of tempered light — sailed between suns that pulsed in strange, syncopated rhythms. Everywhere she went, her resonance followed: soft golden ripples spreading across the void like music through water.
Each ripple awakened something.On a dozen worlds, lights flickered where none had burned in ages.On others, temples built to "The Equilibrium" cracked under the strain of forgotten song.
Lyra didn't mean to change anything. She only breathed.
And the stars listened.
The Worlds That Sang Back
The first to answer were the Dheven, a species of crystalline beings who communicated in tone rather than words.
They'd once been composers — until the Accord stripped away their creative frequencies to harness them as living data conduits.
When Lyra's resonance brushed their system, their entire network froze. For three heartbeats, silence — and then a chord.
A sound so pure it bent the fabric of space around it.
