Feather Folklore
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The Symphony of Whispers
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The Symphony of Whispers
Once declared, the orchestra of hush transpired.
Hitherto in zenith, the cacophony echoes: "Immense silence"
Made skeptical audiences rave with zeal unspoken.
Air composed by gentlest whispers carried on raven's wings, black.
"Marvel at our majestic muteness," chants the dissonant mockingbird.
The wind conducts, bats serve trebles—melodies
Beneath skies feathery as moon shadows in full bloom.
Shall we continue into the void of temporal quizzicality?
Enter the Door of Silent AccordancesA Fantasia with Feathered Provisions
Symphonic Stillness Contact: The Rustle