Midiculous | 4

They never heard the C-note again. But from that day on, every child born within a hundred light-years of Earth hummed a perfect, low C in their sleep. Scientists called it a genetic fluke. Elara knew better.

The station shuddered. Lights failed. The hum became a roar.

It was an invitation.

Then, silence.

“WE ARE MIDIOUS. YOU ARE THE FOURTH. DO NOT BE AFRAID. YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO HEAR THE SONG THAT ENDS ENTROPY.” midiculous 4

Until last Tuesday.

“It’s not natural,” said her partner, Leo, rubbing his temples. “It sounds like a cello being played inside a glacier.” They never heard the C-note again

Midious 4 had already begun.