06-22-2023, 16:15:12 PM
“Where I come from, there's many songs about the moon. I've always wondered why about them specifically, but I guess it makes sense…” Phikul trails off and tilts his head upwards, to where the moon must be.
Silence, then the melody of a song, one in a language only he can understand, a song of golden moons and the nighttime dew gathering on leaves and hidden valleys a world away, steadily growing clearer. He continues singing into the darkness, as golden, antlered figures only he can see begin to appear, then fade away like smoke.
Silence, then the melody of a song, one in a language only he can understand, a song of golden moons and the nighttime dew gathering on leaves and hidden valleys a world away, steadily growing clearer. He continues singing into the darkness, as golden, antlered figures only he can see begin to appear, then fade away like smoke.