Description
The sound of the strings, sharp as blades, cut through the night, protecting the one. The soft hum of hidden strings and faint light blooming in the deep night, where sharpness and calm intertwine, transforming into a silent melody. Thread by thread, it captures everything held dear within.
"This? It's just a device for storing instrument strings."
—Evelyn, gently strumming the strings. A low hum fills the air, and as the final note echoes, the enemy falls silent.
"This? It's just a device for storing instrument strings."
—Evelyn, gently strumming the strings. A low hum fills the air, and as the final note echoes, the enemy falls silent.