Thehum Stories

Penra Calix hears the Hum- a low, otherworldly vibration threading beneath stone, river, and bone. Most people can't sense it. Most people don't want to. Penra doesn't have a choice. The city of Eravyle is shifting, resonance storms rising where there should be calm, and cracks appearing in places that should be whole. Something is waking in the dark spaces between sound and silence... and it's watching her. Whispers follow her steps. Lights flicker when she enters a room. And the Hum grows sharper every day, like it's trying to warn her-or claim her. The Order wants answers. The Lanterns want to hide her. And a quiet, disciplined soldier keeps crossing her path at the worst possible moments- a complication Penra doesn't have the strength, or the time, to entertain. Because the Basin is trembling. The world is shifting. And Penra can feel the moment everything breaks rushing toward her like a held breath finally about to snap. Some dangers can be seen. Some can be heard. And some... are already inside you.

A series of personal (or are they fake?) diary entries that you may or may not relate to.

Silence. That's all I ask of the world, but that want will never be realized. Nobody can pinpoint the exact moment when the sky itself started to speak. Well, perhaps not the sky, but what we built up to it. It's our own doing, after all. Everywhere that humans with the capacity to manipulate reside, there is a Hum; perpetually overhead, inescapable. It's starting to change people. Once they become aware of its constant presence, it doesn't just fade into the background anymore; then it's not just a hum. It's a migraine, an incapacitator. Eventually, it's kills.