Alien

It's lonely out there.

For nearly two hundred and fifty years, mankind has searched for sentience elsewhere. Massive arrays of sensors cover nearly a thousand cubic light-years of space, stretching from Sirius, to Tau Ceti, to Procyon... Others are on their way to more distant stars, such as Chara, Vega, and Arcturus.

Life exists elsewhere, this much is certain - organic compounds and microbes hide in their little niches on countless rocks. Alpha Centauri hosts no less than three worlds with clear signs of life.

But the radios are silent. Only the occasional pulse of a neutron star or similar cosmic event generates any notice. If sentience exists elsewhere in the Galaxy, it is very, very far away.

Except, some will tell you, it's been right here all along.

Few doubt the existence of the mobius patterns. Strange waveforms released into our Universe due to various experiments into faster-than-light travel, somehow able to exist within, or upon, our Universe, they are living music.

They are Power.

Controlled and bred, they can reverse entropy. Focused, they can create something out of 'nothing', their songs working magic in the mythical sense.

Rumor has it, every living being has their own song.

Rumor has it, a few have found them.