Version 1activeAug 21, 2026, 12:28 PM
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early 2010 a vessel of sound awoke to find itself cold and clinical. numb to the world around it. left upon a high shelf in a dark room to gather dust and dander like its predecessors. days went on and it stayed the same... until there was a blinding flash. the dishevelled shell began it glow, crack. Flames shot out like fresh wings and began to swirl in a luminescent vortex. Embers licked the walls around it, long talons of flame grasped at the bodies on the shelf and absorbed them. MDR had risen, no longer quiet, no longer dormant. It has a voice and it wants to be heard.