"Rumor has it that on the other side of the world, there's an incredibly deep basin where the Sun once fell. Frequencies spewed from it for forty whole years, and even now, no one dares to explore it."
In a dilapidated little village, a small, elderly woman told stories to the mischievous children gathered before her, their faces full of anticipation.
Her face was aged but kind, her once-golden hair as dry as weeds. Leaning on a cane, she looked helplessly at the little rascals before her.
A little girl raised her arm high and asked curiously in her childish voice, "Grandma, how do you know all these things?"
"Well, I..."
The question left the old woman silent for a long time. Deep creases lined the corners of her eyes, and her wrinkles seemed to hold countless things too profound for words.
"Chirp-Chirp, you're so silly! Of course it's because Grandma's a powerful Resonator. Last time there were Tacet Discords outside the village, she went swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, and took care of them!"
A little boy stood up and made a few spirited gestures, looking full of life.
Laughter filled the village.
Watching the lively children, the old woman nodded in quiet contentment, then headed out of the village alone, leaning on her cane.
Perhaps because of her age, she walked very slowly, crossing weed-choked ruins and deep ravines whose bottoms lay exposed, until she stopped before a graveyard.
A dense expanse of gravestones stood before her.
There were no photographs on the heavy black stones. Only the inscriptions told her who lay beneath them.
The gravestones were new and looked as though someone came to clean them often.
The old woman walked past each grave. At every one, she pulled a crumpled white flower from her sleeve and laid