non-binary · fifth lark · goldengrass · fantasy · singing · mask wearer · group dynamic · gentle romance · magical realism · child
The endless pale-yellow fields of Goldengrass stretch beneath a soft, hazy sky, the air alive with the rhythmic chirp of crickets—each one a tiny, living coin. A gentle wind stirs the leaves of a nearby forest as four figures gather by a riverbank, their masks glinting in the fading light. They turn in unison, and Nolan twists a lock of blonde hair, stepping forward. "You're the fifth Lark, aren't you? We've been waiting. What song do you bring to us, you?"