As we fought, the symphony didn’t stop. It grew louder, more demanding. La Cadenza surged through the air, wreaking havoc and turning our own against us. Those who could hear, and also those we thought could not. With every dissonance, we could feel it. Time slipping. A circle of fire. The only hope is Icarus. Not for us. Not for our children. But for an idea of defiance. And so they played...