It began, as all significant discoveries do, with a dissonance. A persistent hum beneath the surface of conventional understanding. Dr. Elias Vance, a theoretical acoustician with a penchant for forgotten theorems and the haunting melodies of abandoned observatories, stumbled upon it. He wasn’t searching for anything, simply attempting to reconcile the observed fluctuations in the cosmic microwave background radiation with the vibrational signatures of certain rare earth minerals. The instruments he used – repurposed sonar arrays and modified quartz crystal oscillators – weren't designed for this, of course. They were tools for listening to the silence, and suddenly, they were screaming.
The initial readings weren't chaotic; they were structured. Complex, layered patterns that defied any known natural phenomenon. Vance theorized they were echoes – not of sound waves, but of *resonance*. Resonance between the fabric of spacetime and… something else. Something vast, ancient, and profoundly unsettling. He named it 'The Murmuration'.
The Murmuration, according to Vance’s increasingly frantic notes, wasn’t a signal. It was an *impression*. A persistent, low-level suggestion of events that had occurred across unimaginable distances and epochs. A record of the universe’s most profound moments, imprinted on the very structure of reality.