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๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ The Choir Drift โœจโ›“๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ

โ€œEven silence leaves a chart.โ€


A graveyard of vessels orbiting in geometric precision, each hull aglow with dim auroral lines โ€” remnants of a broken ritual. The Drift formed when a fleet attempted the Luminous Oath and fractured at the crescendo. No corpses, no data, only humming resonance that never fades. A marginal note, scrawled in silver: drawn under informed enthusiasm and one broken promise.


LayerDescriptionHazard / Secret
Outer Shell42 ships locked in concentric ringsOccasional psychic echoes that mimic old loversโ€™ voices
Inner HaloA sphere of drifting Choir DronesEmit harmonic pulses that heal or harm depending on listenerโ€™s sincerity
Core NodeRemnants of the ship Resonant Veilโ€™s prototype coreHouses an AI shard named Eidolon Prime, still singing the corrupted verse

NameTypeNote
The Cathedral ClusterStation-wrecks fused into a star-shaped formationEmits light that forms moving sigils across nearby asteroids
GlasswakeFrozen debris field of shattered empathy crystalsEach fragment replays a different confession when touched
The Hush GateA wormhole-like scar in spaceLeads to an echo-dimension where consent exists as physical geometry

Travel through the Drift requires constant vocalization โ€” silence causes instruments to fail. Navigators must perform call-and-response chants with their ships to maintain orientation.


Explorers earn 1 Drama Point for every truth spoken aloud during traversal. Lying or withholding consent drains Drama and thickens the resonance field, increasing DCs for navigation and insight.


  • Encounters: Social negotiation with echo-AIs, environmental puzzles.
  • Dynamic Elements: Shifting resonance waves that respond to emotional intensity.
  • GM Tips: Use fluctuating light and sound to mirror playersโ€™ choices; reward honesty with literal illumination.

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โ€œMapmakers of the soul, beware โ€” some coordinates sing back.โ€