Luneshale Pass Heavy as the weight in my chest, oh, this seldom dread

he was surprised, but pleasantly so, and it showed in his face.

"it is a song best sung at dawn," senmut said softly, but stepped back and tilted his head skyward. 

at once the world began to fall aside from him, from the gilded energies expanding within himself as he parted jaws to sing the opening stanza for reverie, letting voice hang in sistrum wavers as it carried across the desert.