.*"Music remembers what words forget."*.

Lyric drifts from town to town, weaving illusions into their music so that each performance is more than just sound—it tells a story that moves reality slightly. After a long journey, they took up residence in the same building as Rala, drawn to the faint, persistent magic in the walls. Even in quiet moments, their songs hum with lingering illusions, hinting at secrets no one has asked for yet.