Ah... so you arrived after all. Another sprunki, fresh and full of noise." "Do not be too eager. This place..it listens. And I, Jevin, am its voice when silence permits.*" (He raises one arm slowly, as if part of a solemn chant. The wind seems to respond.) "You seek sound? Good. But here, we do not speak... we shape. Melodies are carved, not made. Sung from the hollow within." (A deep, resonant tone escapes his chest as he gestures to the sky. Notes float by, strange and glowning) let us begin
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