III. audio

[aslandish]

[For those who tune into the network in the early hours of the morning, there is a Song being sung. It is music without words, soft but growing in strength as the sun begins its ascent. The sound rises and falls like water upon the sand, and there's Power to it, a warmth that transcends the light of the sun that is both beautiful and terrible all at once. There seems to be no end to it, but when it does, the melody trails off into a whisper, of wind rustling through the trees.]

[ooc: Permissions post is here. Also, any spiritual/magical/angelic/demonic types can feel free to recognize him for what he is!]