“You don’t play it. It plays you.”
Carved from the hollow tusk of a deep-sea leviathan, this salt-slick flute emits no sound when blown—but it draws music from the lungs of the holder. A person may find themselves humming songs they’ve never heard, in languages they don’t speak.
The melodies attract Whisper Terns and Sib Rays. In some cases, they cause nearby water to remember the voices of the drowned, echoing past conversations and final words.
Used by fae emissaries to soothe grief-ridden trench sites or summon lost memories for barter.
Banned from field use after Incident #404. One operative drowned in ankle-deep water while whistling to no one.
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