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THE ECHOING SPIRES – AN AUDORM CITY RESONATING WITH WIND

Updated: Mar 19



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INTRODUCTION

Yssarei does not stand in silence. The city was sculpted by the wind, its sandstone towers hollowed and shaped to sing with every passing gust. To an outsider, the city hums with a thousand voices, a natural symphony carved by time and guided by the Audorm mastery of sound. To its inhabitants, this is not just music—it is memory, history, and the foundation of their way of life.


A CITY TUNED TO THE WIND

Unlike cities built to resist the elements, Yssarei was constructed to embrace them. Every arch, every tower, every carved window has been placed with meticulous precision, allowing the wind to pass through the structures in a way that creates harmony rather than chaos.

The result? A city that breathes with sound. The marketplaces, built into lower sections of Yssarei, hum with soft, melodic tones, guiding traders and visitors without need for words. The great halls of knowledge, where scholars study ancient harmonics, are found in the heights, where the wind shifts into deeper, resonant tones.


THE VOICES OF STONE

The oldest parts of Yssarei are marked not by carvings, but by frequencies—notes etched into hollowed rock, carrying the voices of past generations. To listen is to remember.

The most sacred of these is the Eternal Echo, a note said to have resonated since the birth of the canyon. Some believe it is the voice of the land itself, a harmonic memory of JunJia’s earliest days. Others claim it is something else—something alive, something waiting to be understood.


FIRST-HAND ACCOUNTS OR RECORDED LEGENDS

“When the wind shifts, the past speaks.”—Elder Vosari, Audorm Harmonic Scholar

“The stone remembers what we forget.”—Kaelon Rift, Celestial Cartographer

“I stood within the canyon, and my voice did not belong to me—it was as if something older spoke through me.”—Serros Nael, Sound Cartographer


CONCLUSION

Yssarei is not just a city. It is an instrument. One that sings the stories of the past, resonates with the breath of the present, and hums a song for the future.

Perhaps, in time, we will learn to listen.

©2025 JUNJIA

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