The first to step forward was a young woman named Lyra. She had been born into the world of the Shard, and its dissonant hum was the only music she had ever known. She did not fear it, as the elders did. She was drawn to it, fascinated by it. She saw in it not chaos, but a new kind of order, a new kind of beauty. She was the first of a new generation, a generation that would not be defined by the old truths, but by the new ones they would create.