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Elias looked at his hands. They were fading. Not into nothingness, but into a pattern of vibrating lines. He realized then that the city wasn't made of steel and stone. It was a song—a complex, looping melody held together by the very "Static" they lived in. If you'd like to continue this or try

"The silence isn't a natural disaster, Elias. It’s a filter. They aren't taxing sound because it's rare; they're taxing it because if the world gets too loud, we might hear what’s underneath." It didn’t shatter