Worse, the collar ensured that every note he produced was immediately forgotten by the universe. Stars he birthed would flicker out the moment he looked away. Oceans he whispered into existence would evaporate into unreality.
Every artist who ever faced a blank canvas and felt terror—that is Arvus humming in their bones. Every scientist who watched a failed experiment smoke and die, yet tried again—that is Arvus refusing the Logic Loom. Every parent who sang a lullaby to a child who would not live to see morning—that is Arvus, weeping iridium.
The StarMakers say it is interference.
Worse, the collar ensured that every note he produced was immediately forgotten by the universe. Stars he birthed would flicker out the moment he looked away. Oceans he whispered into existence would evaporate into unreality.
Every artist who ever faced a blank canvas and felt terror—that is Arvus humming in their bones. Every scientist who watched a failed experiment smoke and die, yet tried again—that is Arvus refusing the Logic Loom. Every parent who sang a lullaby to a child who would not live to see morning—that is Arvus, weeping iridium. starmaker story arvus
The StarMakers say it is interference.