If you go into the forest, just far enough so that you begin to wonder if you're lost, you'll hear the music.
Shining dimly through the trees ahead of you, you see the lights. At first, you wonder if they're fireflies, but as you walk closer, you perceive that they're not.They are suspended in mid-air, casting icy light onto the surrounding trees. If stars, the envy of every light, plummeted from the midnight sky, even they would pale in significance. Shades of lavender and amber swelter in the middle of the orbs; around the edges, the light fades to silver.
As he leans in, your head tilts back, and the world blends into a harmonious symphony of luminosity.
He's leaning against a tree
he stands, still playing the guitar
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