Ayumi Pallopides
Heir to the Emperor, Former Senator of Denon
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
A low quality audio recording that has been recorded from a copy of a copy of a copy degrading the quality. With rumors of a different versions throwing much of its authenticity into question.
CONTENT INFORMATION
Ballad of the Market of Whispers
To be sung softly, with the delicate plucking of a lyre or the shimmering chords of a harp, its melody weaving a spell of longing and mystery, as if conjured from the dreams of a force god's palace.
Verse 1
In Denon's spires, where stars align,
A secret souk doth softly shine.
No mortal coin, no earthly plea,
Unlocks the gates of mystery.
O Market of Whispers, veiled in night,
Thy tapestries glow with cosmic light,
Where force like lords with embered gaze,
Trade wonders born of ancient days.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 2
Its stalls of wroshyr, dark and grand,
Hold secrets carved by spectral hand.
From woods of worlds now lost to time,
Their runes in twilight's glow do climb.
A princess veiled, with eyes like stars,
Guides souls where mortal dreams are barred.
Her robes of nebulae softly sway,
Leading hearts to realms astray.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 3
No price is named, no gold is spent,
For moons and worlds are lightly lent.
Holocrons hum with forbidden lore,
And starships sail where none explore.
The air is thick with incense sweet,
Of amberbloom and myrrh's retreat.
A harp's soft strain, from stone it sighs,
Sings of oaths beneath eternal skies.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 4
Force guards stand, their masks agleam,
Their blades a spark in twilight's dream.
No mortal dares their vigil break,
Lest soul and starlight they forsake.
The patrons glide, with power vast,
Their whispers shape the future's cast.
A planet bartered, a secret sold,
For riches spun from tales of old.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 5
Once Rashiri, of Typho's throne,
In merchant's guise did walk alone.
He sought the cure for heart's unrest,
In markets grand, by wonders blessed.
Yet even he, with empire's might,
Could not hold fast the fleeting sight.
For like a dream, the market fades,
A myth that haunts the starry glades.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 6
O wanderer, beware thy quest,
To chase the dream where gods are guests.
Its splendor binds, its secrets burn,
And few who enter e'er return.
Yet still its song, through ages long,
Calls hearts to where the stars belong.
In Whispers' halls, where time is thin,
The soul's desire is lost within.
Final Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Let the lyre's strings fade gently, as if the notes themselves dissolve into the mist of the Market, leaving only the echo of a dream half-remembered.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
There is not much known about the audio recording, most suspect it to be a fake or a hoax. The rumors of the invisible market, a high end and exclusive place beyond the black market is a thing of conspiracy spoken of to justify why the ultra elites have all of the credits.... but what if there was such a place in the background and its rare ubs around the galaxy serving as a means for people to meet. Only a handful of worlds would be able to benefit from it and with even a portion for the right to do transactions it could go a long way.
- Intent: To codexify an aspect of Denon for lore expansion
- Image Credit: N/A
- Canon: Invisible Market
- Permissions: N/A
- Links: District 19 - Upcity
- Media Name: The Market of Whispers
- Format: Audio Clip from a lower district bar
- Distribution: Rare (only a few people heard it and even less took it seriously)
- Length: Medium
- Description: Spoken by an unknown party, the recording it low quality and passed around between people building it more like an urban legend... with the rumor that there are two versions on the planet. Tales of a place where the richest of the rich spend their credits to shape the galaxy itself.
- Author: Unknown
- Publisher: Unknown it is passed around back alleys of the districts across Denon
- Reception: Some believe it, some seek it out, some think it is not true.
A low quality audio recording that has been recorded from a copy of a copy of a copy degrading the quality. With rumors of a different versions throwing much of its authenticity into question.
CONTENT INFORMATION
Ballad of the Market of Whispers
To be sung softly, with the delicate plucking of a lyre or the shimmering chords of a harp, its melody weaving a spell of longing and mystery, as if conjured from the dreams of a force god's palace.
Verse 1
In Denon's spires, where stars align,
A secret souk doth softly shine.
No mortal coin, no earthly plea,
Unlocks the gates of mystery.
O Market of Whispers, veiled in night,
Thy tapestries glow with cosmic light,
Where force like lords with embered gaze,
Trade wonders born of ancient days.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 2
Its stalls of wroshyr, dark and grand,
Hold secrets carved by spectral hand.
From woods of worlds now lost to time,
Their runes in twilight's glow do climb.
A princess veiled, with eyes like stars,
Guides souls where mortal dreams are barred.
Her robes of nebulae softly sway,
Leading hearts to realms astray.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 3
No price is named, no gold is spent,
For moons and worlds are lightly lent.
Holocrons hum with forbidden lore,
And starships sail where none explore.
The air is thick with incense sweet,
Of amberbloom and myrrh's retreat.
A harp's soft strain, from stone it sighs,
Sings of oaths beneath eternal skies.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 4
Force guards stand, their masks agleam,
Their blades a spark in twilight's dream.
No mortal dares their vigil break,
Lest soul and starlight they forsake.
The patrons glide, with power vast,
Their whispers shape the future's cast.
A planet bartered, a secret sold,
For riches spun from tales of old.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 5
Once Rashiri, of Typho's throne,
In merchant's guise did walk alone.
He sought the cure for heart's unrest,
In markets grand, by wonders blessed.
Yet even he, with empire's might,
Could not hold fast the fleeting sight.
For like a dream, the market fades,
A myth that haunts the starry glades.
Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Verse 6
O wanderer, beware thy quest,
To chase the dream where gods are guests.
Its splendor binds, its secrets burn,
And few who enter e'er return.
Yet still its song, through ages long,
Calls hearts to where the stars belong.
In Whispers' halls, where time is thin,
The soul's desire is lost within.
Final Chorus
O sing, sweet lyre, of shadows' call,
Where dreams and fates in silence fall.
Through aisles of mist, where starlight weaves,
The Market of Whispers softly breathes.
Let the lyre's strings fade gently, as if the notes themselves dissolve into the mist of the Market, leaving only the echo of a dream half-remembered.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
There is not much known about the audio recording, most suspect it to be a fake or a hoax. The rumors of the invisible market, a high end and exclusive place beyond the black market is a thing of conspiracy spoken of to justify why the ultra elites have all of the credits.... but what if there was such a place in the background and its rare ubs around the galaxy serving as a means for people to meet. Only a handful of worlds would be able to benefit from it and with even a portion for the right to do transactions it could go a long way.
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