A new sound emerged. It was not a harmony or a melody, but a single, dissonant note. It was a sound that did not fit. It did not resolve. It did not belong. At first, the Listeners tried to ignore it. They played their symphonies louder, their harmonies more complex, trying to drown it out. But the dissonant note persisted. It was a question in their musical world of answers. It was a point of friction in their frictionless reality. Some of the Listeners were repulsed by it. They saw it as an imperfection, a corruption of their perfect, musical world. But others were drawn to it. They found in its unresolved tension a new kind of beauty, a new kind of story. The world of a single note was about to discover the power of a single, unanswered question.