The Golden Disc

Night conquered the patio, driving my boots back across the threshold into the dim fortress! Beside the low cedar shelf lay a forgotten metallic treasure—a shiny, circular compact disc, its back gleaming with celestial hues! No hesitation! I sheathed my silver blade behind my back and dropped into an iron crouch! With both gauntlets, I hoisted the reflective shield into the air! Angling its polished surface against the low amber table lamp, I saw it—a burst of yellow and prismatic bands bouncing across the ceiling! Etched along the inner ring was the sacred name: 'A Rush of Blood to the Head'! A harmonic relic of pure starlight! I held the disc steady, letting the golden aura wash over my armor.