Faith's eyes remained open, and for a brief moment, there was a quiet understanding in them that no one else in the room could grasp.
Then she continued singing.
The sound did not rush forward all at once. It returned in a steady flow, as if it had never truly stopped, as if the silence that came before had only been a breath taken by something vast and endless. Her voice carried a calm weight, gentle in tone yet impossible to ignore, spreading through the hall and touching every corner without effort. It was not loud, yet it reached deeper than anything that relied on force.
At first, it felt familiar.
The same melody.
The same pace.
The same softness that had drawn confused looks and quiet laughter earlier.
But this time, something was different.
