Zin had unusual interests.
It all stemmed from his curiosity about various sounds. His mind and ears were his greatest blessing and curse.
That was precisely what had brought him here, in the middle of nowhere. He sat on a flat rock before a trembling core that could drive even the Lords mad, but not him.
He heard the cries emanating from the core. Unlike others, they were not muffled for him. Moreover, instead of amplifying its effect on him, it did the opposite, granting him silence and calm amidst the empty field.
Still, that didn't mean Zin wanted to spend his whole life amidst silence or melodies that others found eerie.
No, he was always ready to hear a new, unusual sound, but for many years now, this had been a problem he couldn't solve.
