Kaelen’s hand trembles. He hasn’t felt anything in twenty years. He quickly seals the vial. Dangerous. Highly dangerous. He moves to erase it permanently. But he pauses. Then, for the first time in decades, he hums. One note. Cracked and rusty. A shard of the song he just heard.
And he shatters it against the floor.
KAELEN sits at a central desk. His hands are steady. His eyes are empty. He holds a silver tuning fork. Tbao Hub Prison Life Script
Memories flood back into the Echoes. A first kiss. A funeral. A child’s laugh. A betrayal. A sunrise. Kaelen’s hand trembles
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Click. Tap. Thrum.