I wandered far, seeking for the Song. I knew it was in my heart, but I had not the bravery there to tread. Instead I trekked across the Realm, trying to forget what I already knew. I drank deep of dark pools in darker forests, the clearings ringed with toadstools and sweetbriar. I scaled the shattered mountains, their onyx sides quietly covered in the wisdom of the rains. I swam in crystal lakes, their surfaces a reflection of untold pasts. And still I could not escape my future, my fate unspun upon the loom of the Grandmothers. And so I laid me down to rest, and Dreamed a lattice of kindness and despair, fraught with envy, shot through with pride and sadness. It shattered with the touch of the dew, and in its decay I heard for the first time the Song, echoing in my brain, shivering in my lungs, silent in my heart. I knew then what I must do.
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