The Silent Lyre

In the ancient realm of Lysandria, where moonlight wove secrets into the very fabric of existence, there existed a mystical artifact known as the Silent Lyre. Its origins were shrouded in myth and whispered tales, passed down through generations of bards and minstrels.
The Silent Lyre was no ordinary instrument. Its strings, spun from the silver strands of moonlight, shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence. When plucked, they emitted a haunting melody that transcended mere sound. It was as if the moon itself wept through those strings, pouring forth forgotten memories and unspoken desires.
But it was the wood of the lyre that held the true magic. Carved from the heartwood of the ancient Eldertree, it bore the etchings of long-lost runes—symbols that no living scholar could decipher. These runes pulsed with energy, resonating with the very essence of creation. They whispered secrets to the player, promising power and revelation.
When a skilled musician strummed the Silent Lyre, its voice soared. The notes danced like moonbeams, weaving through the air and penetrating the souls of listeners. Hearts opened, memories flooded forth, and emotions spilled over. Lovers found solace in its music, warriors felt courage surge within, and the grieving found release for their sorrow.
Yet, there was a price to pay. The more the lyre’s magic was invoked, the more it exacted from its player. Each haunting melody stole a fragment of the musician’s voice. As the moon waned and waxed, so did their ability to speak. Some lost their voices entirely, becoming mute vessels for the lyre’s enchantment.