It was Lyra who first found her voice. Not in speech, but in song. A melody that did not fight against the dissonant hum of the Shard, but danced with it. She wove her voice through the fractured frequencies, finding harmony in the chaos, beauty in the brokenness. Her song was a lament, a celebration, and a prayer all at once. It was the sound of a new world being born, a world that did not seek to erase its imperfections, but to embrace them as a source of strength and creativity.