“That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black[…]. 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 camps.
And finally[…], to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.”
Holy peak
— Oct 30, 2025 08:00PM
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