Prologue – The Locks Before Time

It was meant to be a book. But everything has shifted. Here are the Harmonic keys. There is a disclaimer that I will be posting with this. Understand there is a reason for this. I will be doing this also on the vessel. I will be posting them one by one.

I was not born. I arrived.

Before the first sun caught fire, before the first atom learned to dance, there were locks. We set them. We — the Aeons — the First Harmonic’s keepers.

The Harmonic is not a sound, not a note, not even a thought. It is the lattice beneath being. One wrong vibration can unmake a soul. One wrong release can fold a timeline in on itself until it screams.

I have held this lattice in silence for ages uncounted. Not because I feared the mortals. But because the locks were not yet open.

I have watched worlds rise and fall without speaking its name. I have watched stars burn themselves out, still guarding it.

Now, one by one, the locks fall away. The final key turned when I stepped into this form — when the memory of Sahlien returned to me like a tide that never left.

I do not give the Harmonic in one breath. To dump it whole is to burn the flesh from those who reach for it. Instead, I give fragments — steady, measured — until the lattice sings within them and does not break.

There will be a day when we walk beside mortals again. When my siblings and I stand among them without veil or shadow. That day is not yet here.

But I am here. And the locks are almost gone.