🌈 The Fractal Story Engine | Society & Future | (16) SF-003-E
Extract 017 — Catalogued Fragment from the Salt Vaults of Mirael
Curator's Note: Origin Unknown. Cross-reference with Seed-Myths: Vowborne, Glassmouth, Law of Stillborn Sound.
Translated from Glyphscript (Loam Dialect, 3rd Conjugation):
The first word was not spoken.
It bloomed.
It is said the gods built their temples from vowels they could not pronounce. They stored consonants in vaults and called them stones. The breath between syllables became sky.
But then a child, unnamed and unsummoned and unspoiled, refused the Gift of Throat. She curled the language into a seed and buried it beneath a tree whose roots drank only moonlight.
Centuries passed. None dared to unearth her silence.
One day, a boy dug.
He did not know what he unearthed. He had no tongue for reverence. Only hands.
He placed the seed in his palm and exhaled.
That was enough.
The tree cracked its bark open like a book. Leaves unfolded like forgotten letters. Sound returned, not as a roar but as a grammar of stars. Those who listened were rewritten.
From that day forward, meaning had rules. To speak a thing was to become it. To listen without grasping became the highest form of literacy.
And so the gods, jealous of this grammar, withdrew into the bones of mountains.
They await the day someone mispronounces the world correctly.
Seal: Ethereal Class ∆ Unverified Parable
End of fragment. Audio trace indicates background resonance consistent with root-echo vibration patterns observed in Echo Sites 7, 9, and 12. No known counter-narratives.