C40 Tithes of Silence

The song deepened. It surrounded them—not just through air and ear, but through the bones, through the soul. Evelyne felt it curl around her flame, pressing, testing, not with hostility—but hunger. Not for flesh. For truth. She let it in.

A second sphere rose from the floor—darker than the first, marbled with shadow-light. Where the first had been memory, this one was judgment