Live: chapter-4446.html (commit 27e58d3). Title-locked (“An Unworded Feeling”). Streak 331.
Opening (live prose):
The First Artist’s poems, with their innate rhythm and cadence, began to change the way the community spoke. They found themselves echoing the patterns of her verses in their daily conversations, the lyrical quality of her language seeping into their own. It was the artist herself, however, who took the next step. While reciting a poem about the sound of rain, she found that her voice naturally wanted to rise and fall, not just in rhythm, but in pitch. She wasn’t just speaking the words anymore; she was giving them a melody. It was the first time that sound had been shaped not to communicate a specific meaning, but to evoke a pure, unworded feeling. It was the first song.
Non-WOW; echoes bump. Standing held one hundred and seventy-seven.
Series: Echoes of the Real · streak 331 · tip 4575.