The storm came quietly.
Not with thunder, nor with rain, but with the sound of every choir falling mute at once. Harmonia... a kingdom of melody... shuddered under the weight of its first silence. A girl, unnamed, stood among the ruins of a crescendo that would never complete.
She didn't know who she was.
Only that she remembered singing.
And that her throat now burned with the absence of it.
She wandered the echoing ruins. Broken harps, twisted staves, sheet music scattered like fallen leaves. The world had forgotten its song.
But she hadn't.
Somewhere deep inside, a note stirred.
And the silence hated her for it.