Chapter 3680: The Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Ninth Echo: The Tyranny of the Unchanging

Lyra, feeling the shift, did not hear a song, but a declaration of war.

She saw it as a direct assault on the world of feeling, a world she had sworn to protect.

She gathered the Weavers around her, her voice a passionate plea against the ’tyranny of the unchanging’.

’They offer you a world of cold, hard facts,’ she sang, ’a world without story, without feeling, without us.’

’But I say to you, a world without a story is not a world at all, but a prison.’

Her words, a powerful story in themselves, began to weave a new kind of wall, a wall not of song, but of fear.