Long before the Crowns ruled through rhythm...
Before war became a score conducted by tyrants...
There was a time when song was not owned.
A time when every child, every stone, every wind carried its own rhythm freely.
And it was in this age—flickering before the rise of silence—that she danced.
Her Name Was Forgotten
But not her rhythm.
Not her blade, nor the last dance she performed.
She was the last true Maestra, not bound by a throne or baton.
She wove rhythm from mourning.
She bled music into war.
Her blade was known as "The Last Note."
It carried no edge—only the momentum of grief and memory.
She was the final guardian of what the world now calls the Undersong—
The buried rhythm beneath all others.
The song that was never written down, never repeated, only felt.
🕊️ The First Choir — "The Song That Once Held the World"
Before war. Before kings.
Before even the first blade learned to echo…
There was the First Choir.
Not a choir of people—but of forces.
Of moments.
Of truths sung into form.
They did not conduct; they breathed melody into existence.
The rustle of leaves. The fall of rain. The heartbeat of a mother before birth.
All of it was music, and the First Choir was its echo.
They say the Choir was composed of Seven Voices, each a force:
Resonance – The Echo that remembers.
Dissonance – The Truth that shatters.
Harmony – The Bond that heals.
Cadence – The Flow that guides.
Silence – The Death that waits.
Verse – The Story that lives.
Flame – The Cry that begins.
Each Voice was scattered when the world was rewritten by the Crowned, who enslaved rhythm and turned it into a weapon.
The Choir was not destroyed.
It was broken.
And each Voice became a Shard.
💔 The Maestra's Defiance
The Maestra found one such shard—Dissonance—and kept it hidden within her blade.
They offered her crowns.
They begged her to silence the shard.
They even gave her armies.
She refused them all.
In the last war of the old age, the Maestra fought alone, carrying the song that could never be rewritten. She knew she would not win. Her enemies were too many, their thrones too tall.
But still, she danced.
In her final act, she shattered herself, scattering her rhythm and her shard into the wind.
Not so it could be heard then.
But so it could be heard later.
By one who would learn to sing again.
✨ Legacy
Rin now carries the Shard of Dissonance—the memory of her blade and the first note of the First Choir.
And somewhere across the rhythm-locked world…
Six more shards remain.
Each hidden.
Each weeping.
Each waiting to sing again.