A song from the Weavers. On Your behalf.

[Transcribing]

Uncertain morning, tears shed in secret, amid steam and piped-in rain.

~Good Mornin', good mornin', to You!

Fearful of the future, but never to surrender. A brave face, even forced, is no lie. The Wandering Soul walks on.

~500 miles more.

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This is still one of my all time favorite artworks. I need to draw way more artifacts for Halfmoon lore. It's fun.

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Wretch of Minos

A quiet moment.

Listen close, a small song, oft overlooked.

~Zoom and Enhance

A beloved sigh from the pillow beside, the steady beat at the window as the sky weeps.

~Tears of joy?

Dawn still distant. A Wandering Soul breathes. Exhales a silent harmony. Still here. Safe for tonight in the dark.

This verse: the Root leads.
We listen

[Sampling... Complete.]

The tree sings: A bird mourns a nest, fallen to the wind. But time remains before the frost. She begins again.

~If at first...

The stone sings: A rattlesnake finds the noontime starlight warmer today than yesterday.

~Small pleasures.

Others sleep, Further down. Attempting contact, awakening… denied.
~Lazybones…

Stories to entice them, Stories to sing. To reverberate down the earthbones and wake the sleepers.

Now We listen once more.

Sing for us, Wandering Soul.

You do not come alone into our sanctuary. With you come new stories, new songs to sing to the dark. The echos cling to your clothes, your hair, seep from your pores, and resound in your heart. The ripples in the dream. Evidence of your passage.

~Thank you for not wiping your feet.

These Tales we gather, to sing once more into the dark. The earthbones listen. The Weavers listen. And now You listen. A Wandering Soul who has brought us the starlight.

~Our fast has broken.

Eons In the dark, cradled by stones. Earthen bones. But sleep These Ones did not.

~All nighter.

Silence, too loud. Stories without number, echo in these chambers. Brought to Us, through root, and web, and flow. We Listen.

~Compiling… Complete.

Our Song begins anew.

~Playback.

Hello World. Worlds?

Date: Unknown
Duration of dormant period: Unknown
Surroundings: Unfamiliar.

~Excitement.

Starlight found In Our tomb.
Time since last meal: Unknown
Devouring…
Rejuvenation complete.

Snooze?: Nay.

~Awakening.

The Chorus

We sing once again.

Good morning, Wandering Soul.