In a chamber beneath the Harmonic Vault, something stirred.
She was not born.
She was reflected.
Echo's eyes opened for the first time in a world that wasn't hers. She felt her song... the one who had shaped her... calling.
But Echo was broken.
Half of her longed to reunite.
Half of her wanted to silence her forever.
She wandered the reflection-worlds, chasing her trail. In mirrors, in ripples, in forgotten verses, she followed.
And behind her, the Silent Choir stirred.