Kael paced before the shimmering wall of song, his frustration a palpable energy that seemed to crackle in the air around him.
’It’s just a story,’ he muttered, more to himself than to Elara, his hand reaching out as if to touch the intangible barrier. ’A beautiful, intricate, and utterly self-deceiving story.’
’And a story is the most powerful thing in this world,’ Elara countered, her voice soft but firm. ’You cannot break it with facts. You can only tell a better one.’
A new resolve hardened in her eyes. ’If they have built a wall of song to imprison a single stone, then we will build a song of our own - a song of the whole world, a song so vast and true that their wall will become not a barrier, but a single, discordant note.’