Travelers of the Shard
They were the Listeners. An assemblage of intelligent creatures arranged in four circles of twenty-seven, with each circle positioned as if marking the corners of an invisible square. They floated in a space devoid of matter where all that was and all the could be was music that was not music. A dulcet sound they felt more than heard, painting the void in colored tones. A flow of vicarious energy imbibed the Listeners, inviting them to live- to breath- once more.
The ghost of a shattered cosmos had sung to them and they Traveled. They Traveled through the Gates of Eodine, away from the boundless Nethers where souls waited in the eternal aether for a judgment that would never come from a god long since dead. They Traveled through the Warrens of the Cosmos, the eternal labyrinth between Fragments of worlds where the primal energies danced in concordance with the music that was not music. They Traveled into the Shard itself, no longer hiding in the void between worlds, rapidly descending through the clouds over the city of Sharnaer, down through the open skylight of the ancient Nova Temple at one of the four centers of the universe.
And when their travels had finished at last, they awoke. Their memories of the song of the void fading like the vestigial fragments of dreams…
