The seasons cycled onward, and with them, the melodies of the world evolved. Solenne's teachings, once regarded with suspicion, became foundational tenets for the new age. Schools of Resonance sprang up across the continent—small at first, humble rooms carved into valleys, secret gardens tended by those who wished to learn not just how to create beautiful sound, but how to listen, how to heal.
From the seeds Solenne had planted, a generation of new Voices arose—singers, weavers, composers, builders—each with their own way of interpreting the music of existence. They sang of the Dirge not as an enemy, but as a companion, a reminder that sorrow could deepen one's understanding of joy, that pain was not the end of the story, but a verse within it.
Yet not everyone welcomed this balance.
