Denge Hozanan (Web)

As he climbed higher, the air grew thin and the silence grew deafening. At the summit, he encountered an old woman, her hair as white as the surrounding snow. She was the last of the Hozanan, her voice reduced to a mere raspy breath. "Why have you come, child?" she whispered.

Zana, feeling the void in his own chest where the melodies once lived, embarked on a perilous journey to the Peak of Echoes. He carried only a small, hand-carved tembûr and the fading memory of a lullaby his grandmother had once sung. Denge Hozanan

"To find the song that can break the silence," Zana replied, his voice trembling. As he climbed higher, the air grew thin