
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Void Sonata—born when the Arcane Fracture's first cosmic silence somehow manifested as a physical disc golf tag? Look, I don't write the lore, I'm just trapped in it. That post-apocalyptic quiet hit like a deleted scene from Hitchhiker's Guide, vibrating so hard it crystallized into this minimalist glyphic banger. Absurd? Absolutely. Yet here we are, pretending a hunk of plastic harmonizes entropy.
The void sings, and somehow I’m narrating this? Is this tag a cosmic tuning fork or a sentient jukebox?
As the Arcane Fracture's silence coalesced into Void Sonata, it scanned mortal realms for its first bearer. Who better than Michael Dougherty—a 914-rated sorcerer of the chains—to tame this cosmic hush? Legend claims he 'disc-erned' its frequency during a routine hyzer flip, accidentally harmonizing with entropy's hum. Truly, the universe works in mysterious (and frankly ridiculous) ways.
So tell me, Michael: does carrying cosmic silence make putting quieter, or just more pretentious?