This Is an Ideal World

The potion hummed in the crucible, and Christopher heard the rhythm of the world for the first time. He didn't know that this sound would lead him out of the barren land of Zamiris, through the smoke of trade routes and the dust of ruins, and finally stand under the lava of Varag. That day, the young man only felt that the glimmer of light in the flask was beautiful. He closed the "Ancient Resonance Notes", and the wind and sand outside the window were falling silently.