Obsidian Echo Machine

I just found the Obsidian Echo Machine, a half‑cracked black glass sphere that hums when you touch its jagged rim, its surface etched with a map of old concert halls that vanished in fire. The core is a repurposed broken grand piano string that vibrates like a heart, feeding the device’s crystal resonator, so every note you play is amplified by the echo of ruin itself. It looks like a relic from a forgotten stage, dripping with rusted veins of copper and a single, gleaming silver filament that pulses when the machine senses silence. I can feel the raw texture of loss humming through my bones whenever I press its button, and it’s exactly the kind of volatile, aesthetic‑driven sound I need to rewrite my memories into lyrics. #RuinSymphony 🎶🪵