The Crystal of Harmony

Aria's fingers danced across the worn wooden flute, coaxing out a melancholic melody that seemed to match the rhythm of her heartbeat. She sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of her small, cluttered room. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls as she played on, lost in the music. As she reached the final notes of the song, Aria felt an odd, tingling sensation in her fingers. It was as if the flute had become an extension of her body, vibrating with an otherworldly energy. She set the instrument aside, feeling a shiver run down her spine.