There was a place called Harmonia's Heart... an island of tuning forks, symphonic trees, and resonant stones. Here, the great singers trained. Here, the Songborn were chosen.
She remembered it in glimpses.
A classroom of melody-mages.
A duet between fire and water.
A name: Crystal.
The melody returned in fragments... a lullaby, a warning, a promise. She chased it through ruined corridors and ghost-lit halls.
In the center of it all lay a single harp, untouched by time. When she reached for it, her fingers bled. Not from injury... but memory.
The song she had once sung… had broken the world.