Tuneblade [extra Quality] ✮

Instead, she heard it. The ghost melody from her childhood. The messy, chaotic, beautiful folk song. And she realized it had never had a resolution because it wasn’t supposed to . Its beauty was in its unresolved longing, its imperfect harmony, its ragged edges.

And in the silence left behind by the blade’s breaking, Elara finally heard it: the sound of her own heart, beating in a rhythm that was hers alone. Imperfect. Untamed. And perfectly in tune with nothing but itself. tuneblade

"You’re the one," Elara said, her voice feeling obscenely loud. Instead, she heard it