The Hollow Hymnal of Veythas

by Miss Liz

When a reclusive **lute-carpenter** discovers her instrument plays a melody that summons the dead—not just the departed, but the *unfinished*—she becomes the unwitting architect of a ritual that unravels the city of **Sylpharion** into a labyrinth of echoing corpses and whispering voids. The catch? The notes she plays aren’t just music; they’re *instructions*, and the thing pulling itself out of the silence has been waiting for a century to be *perfected*... and it’s hungry for more than souls.