"And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.
It was the Song of Eyllwe.
Then the Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labor cmaps.
And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan."
This broke my heart.
— Apr 28, 2024 04:43AM
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