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00:00In a world unraveling at the seams, Theron trudges through the ruins, each step echoing

00:08in the silence left by the lapse. Driven by desperation, he searches for answers among

00:14the remnants of ancient legends, his hope fading with every empty echo. The world is

00:19eroded by a negative sound, the lapse, a phenomenon that devours voices and memories alike. But

00:25hope stirs when Theron finds Lyra, the last oracle, whose blindness sharpens her senses

00:30to the world's fading vibrations. Lyra hears what others cannot, the echoes of existence,

00:36the faint chime of hope, and the ominous toll of the onyx chime. Together they journey into

00:41the unknown, unraveling the mysteries of the lapse and seeking a spark of renewal in a world

00:46on the brink. Another one, a face without a name, a legend without a story. How many more

00:51before they're all erased? No name, no song, just emptiness.

00:58The terrain shifts dramatically, jagged cliffs rise, their faces scarred and ancient. The

01:04path becomes a treacherous scramble of loose scree and gnarled, stunted trees. The air here

01:09is thinner, sharper, carrying the scent of pine and cold stone. The relentless, howling wind.

01:16A deeper, resonant hum emanates from the very rock, almost like a heartbeat of the mountain itself.

01:21Distant, faint clink of falling pebbles echoes through the silence. Theron strains upward,

01:27his body protesting, but his mind fixed on his desperate goal. He scans the towering peaks and

01:32spots a small, almost hidden cave high on a sheer face, a thin wisp of smoke curling lazily from its

01:37mouth. Hope, fragile but persistent, ignites in his chest. This must be the sightless crag. He makes the

01:44final, arduous climb, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reaches a narrow, relatively flat ledge

01:50outside the cave, breathless. The air here feels different, charged with an unspoken presence.

01:57He can feel a faint, high-pitched ringing in his ears, a unique sound world. Theron,

02:02voice raspy, cupping his hands, calls out, Hello? Anyone here? The wind momentarily dies down,

02:08holding its breath. A sharp, almost painful whip of air seems to pass very close to Theron's ear.

02:14From the cave's deepest shadows, a voice, young but filled with an ancient weariness,

02:19cuts through the sudden quiet. You need not bellow, speaking world. Your heavy footsteps,

02:24your frantic heartbeat. I hear it all. Lyra blind, emerges. She is young, dressed in simple,

02:30practical garments woven from rough mountain wool. Her face is striking, framed by dark, unbound hair.

02:37Her eyes are milky, unseeing orbs. She holds a gnarled staff, its tip tapping the ground with a

02:43rhythmic, almost musical precision. Her head is tilted as if listening to the very air around Theron.

02:49Another clattering shard of humanity come to disturb my solitude? Theron straightens,

02:54trying to appear less desperate, but failing. My name is Theron. I seek the oracles. I seek you.

03:00I've traveled to understand the lapse, the creeping silence. Silence? The oracles are gone,

03:05scholar. Buried. Destroyed. Consumed by the very thing we listened for. It's not silence. It's a

03:11negative sound. A void. A vibration that cancels out resonance until existence simply ceases.

03:17A low, gut-wrenching thrum, almost felt in the chest more than heard,

03:20underlies Lyra's words. It is the palpable pulse of the lapse. My order. We heard this thrum growing.

03:27We could feel the empty space where things used to sing. But the world was too loud. Too full of

03:33your meaningless chatter. Your cacophony allowed the negative sound to take root. You, with your words,

03:39your histories, your noise, you paved the way for this decay. She turns her back to him, facing the

03:45vast mountain vista, a clear gesture of dismissal. Go back to your cities. Let the

03:50speaking world drown in its own echoes. I want no part of it. Desperation claws at Theron. He fumbles

03:57in his satchel, pulling out a sheaf of his research papers, hand-drawn diagrams, and the familiar

04:02crumbling star chart. He doesn't offer them to her. He knows she can't see. Instead, he speaks of their

04:08essence. No, please. Don't you understand? This isn't random. I've seen the patterns, the logic of its

04:15hunger. It devours the most resonant things first, the songs, the stories, the names of heroes.

04:21It's a vast tapestry, Lyra, and invisible shears are cutting the threads, one by one,

04:26following a grim, hidden pattern. He speaks with a raw, desperate passion, his voice trembling with

04:33fear and conviction. He doesn't read the words. He describes the patterns, the connections, the feeling

04:38of the decay. Theron's voice, though strained, holds a clear, resonant quality, almost an inverse to the

04:44low thrum. The wind seems to swirl around him, amplifying his plea. Lyra slowly turns back,

04:50her head tilting again. Her milky eyes are still unfocused, but her face suggests intense

04:55concentration, as if she is receiving a complex transmission. A resonance? Yes. Not of sight,

05:02but of desperate purpose. A terror that sings. She reaches out, her slender fingers outstretched.

05:09Theron's surprise gently offers her the crumbling star chart he'd been clutching. She takes it,

05:14her fingers tracing the faded lines and symbols with an almost ethereal lightness.

05:18The low thrum of the lap softens momentarily as Lyra touches the chart. A faint, almost imperceptible

05:24musical note seems to emanate from the parchment itself, heard only by Lyra. This is not a map of the

05:30stars. It is a map of the notes. The song that imprisons the onyx chime. Her head snaps up,

05:37her unseeing eyes seeming to pierce through Theron. You are right. This decay, it isn't random. It is

05:43purposeful. A cacophony designed to obscure this very melody. If we can find the chime? If we can

05:48retune its song? She takes a deep, shuddering breath. Yes. I will help you, Theron. For the oracles.

05:55For the world that I feel. She points with her staff, not upwards but down towards the earth,

06:01towards an unseen point beyond the mountains. The chime is hidden, deep beneath the earth,

06:06in the sunken necropolis of the First Kings. Just as she finishes speaking, a sudden violent tremor

06:12shakes the entire mountain. Rocks loosen from the cliffs above. Dust billows. Theron stumbles,

06:18grabbing onto a nearby rock for balance. Lyra, however, doesn't fall. Her body stiffens,

06:23her head snapping up. A look of profound terror crosses her face. The tremor is accompanied by

06:29a new, terrifying sound. A deep, vast, distorted musical chime. It is a single, ancient note like

06:35a bell rung from the depths of the earth, echoing across the void. The low thrum of the lap seems to

06:41war with it, trying desperately to drown it out. Lyra gasps, her voice a raw whisper of horror. It's being

06:47played. The chime. Someone is trying to find the full melody. The single, distorted note of the chime

06:54reverberates through the air, then fades into the low thrum of the laps, leaving only the sound of the

07:00wind and Lyra's terrified, ragged breathing.

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