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For the first time in eleven years, Nak-Il heard sound. But it was not one sound. It was a billion of them. Every conversation, every song, every argument, every whisper that had ever been transmitted through the old network crashed into his skull at once. He fell to his knees, blood trickling from his nose, as the Glass Ocean sang its death hymn.

"You're different," Mags had written on his slate three years ago. "The others rely on sound. Echoes. You rely on touch . The glass speaks to you in vibration." nak-il tano

Nak-Il didn’t correct them. He couldn’t hear his own voice anyway. For the first time in eleven years, Nak-Il heard sound

He stayed there for three days. On the fourth, the sphere went cold. The singing stopped. "The others rely on sound

Mags found him on the fourth night. She read the explanation on his slate. Her face went pale.

Nak-Il had replied: The glass doesn't speak. It screams. I just can't hear it.

He wrote back to Mags: She is real. She is mine.