The stranger’s name was Elian, and he was beautiful. His voice was a perfect chord, his movements a graceful dance. He was a living embodiment of the old world’s ideal, the world they had rejected in favor of their own beautiful, broken reality. Some were drawn to him, mesmerized by his perfection. Others were repulsed, seeing in him a threat to everything they had built. The community, once so united in its embrace of dissonance, was now divided.