[He considers his music and takes a step, humming to himself. Pale light swirls around his fingers and forms an instrument.
He sings without words, his voice a soothing counterpart to the notes flowing through the air. It brings to mind stillness and serenity as dawn breaks. It brushes the soul with a measure of energy for the day to come.
For one moment in time wrapped in the song, one knows they are exactly where they intended to be. There is a warmth to the song that is at odds with the soothing colors of his robe. But he plays on, fingers dancing on glowing strings with expertise.]
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He sings without words, his voice a soothing counterpart to the notes flowing through the air. It brings to mind stillness and serenity as dawn breaks. It brushes the soul with a measure of energy for the day to come.
For one moment in time wrapped in the song, one knows they are exactly where they intended to be. There is a warmth to the song that is at odds with the soothing colors of his robe. But he plays on, fingers dancing on glowing strings with expertise.]