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Kael looked up. A woman stood at the mouth of the alley. She wasn't wearing a mute. She held out a hand, and as she stepped closer, Kael realized she wasn't just speaking; she was singing. Not a song with words, but a melody of pure, unfiltered resonance.

It happened in the middle of a crowded transit station. A sharp, electric pop echoed in his skull, and suddenly, the world rushed in. It wasn't the beautiful symphony the poets described. It was the roar of the ventilation shafts, the rhythmic thud of thousands of feet, the screech of metal on metal. It was terrifying. It was Kael looked up

In the city of Orizon, everyone wore "mutes"—small, silver discs behind the ear that regulated the volume of the world. Society was a library of whispers. To speak loudly was considered an act of aggression; to cry out was a crime. Kael lived his life at a steady, vibrating hum, translating ancient texts for the Great Archive, his days passing in a blur of grayscale sound. She held out a hand, and as she