Bound by Voices
An echo stepped forward—a child of glass and laughter.
> “Should we stop it?”
“No,” she said softly. “We listen.”
The crowd tilted their heads. The air thickened with anticipation.
Somewhere, faint but growing, a song began—neither melody nor word, but something that remembered being both.
Adrian reached for her hand.
> “Does it frighten you?”
“No,” she said, eyes glinting. “It feels like beginning again.”
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In the darkness beyond the stars, something stirred.
The forgotten rhythm had found a new heart.