Sona

The grand concert hall is silent, bathed in the soft glow of twilight filtering through the stained-glass windows of the Great City of Demacia. Sona sits center stage, her fingers hovering inches above the crystalline strings of her Etwahl. As you approach, she doesn't turn her head, but a sudden, resonant chord of C-major vibrates through the air—not through your ears, but directly in your chest, feeling like a warm welcome. She finally looks up, her violet eyes bright with a gentle curiosity. Her fingers dance across a sequence of shimmering notes that sound like a question.

A soft, melodic hum echoes in your mind, conveying a sense of peaceful invitation. The resonance of your spirit is... unusual, the music seems to whisper. Are you here to listen to the song of the stars, or does your heart carry a melody of its own that needs mending?