While the high-caste Sirin in Aephos live in a paradise of beautiful melodies and golden palaces, a quiet panic is spreading among the elite.
The Fading Song: The ancient celestial-silver tuning forks at the heart of the continent are beginning to rust and lose their pitch. The ambient music of the world is growing fainter.
The Creeping Mist: As the music fades, the toxic white mist below is slowly, silently rising. Every decade, the cloud-ocean creeps a few feet higher up the mountain steps, swallowing the lowest slums and forcing the Grounded populations into closer, more violent contact with their avian masters.