There have been many legends told of the Aeolian harps that sing with the voices of the other-worlds - some of gold, of some of bone, of some of gut, of some, enchantment.
Sages have long argued that it was never about the materials of the fantastical lyre, but its tuning that made it significant - the perfect note - and a succession of such perfect notes that could ripple out into the world in a concert like no other.
A concert, by definition, is of combining, where things come together. And this can be more than the tumble of melody, but when it is divinely worked, it is about how the melody combines with the ethers, and with the souls about, who are so moved that they become transported into realms of imagination and dream worlds that inspire them thereafter.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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