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Mistsong

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The quiescence of the cove was gently broken by soft, haunting tones—humming eerily as the velvety sound slowly formed itself into a visible matter that shifted, swayed, and meandered about the area. Looking on, a figure could faintly be made out in the mist, which grew thicker by the moment. As the tune droned and resonated against the dimly lit rock formations, a shard of light leaked in from beyond, breaking the former dark’s thickness and revealing further the green-robed figure—a young woman. Her eyes closed in soft concentration, the slightest hint of an upward curl rested upon the edge of her lips. Thin coils of smoke bled out from the strings, wisping up and into the morning mists. she played a tune so true and full, Gaia herself had heard no sound as somber and entrancing in thousands of years past. The sorrowful notes melted into the air and puffed into wave after wave of cloudy mists, until she was entirely enveloped by it.

 

 

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Uploaded on March 19, 2013
Taken on March 9, 2013