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Undergrowth melody

"A hymn flows through the forest. Beams of light of the sun in the horizon filter through the damp misty forest air, as I come upon the source of the melody. A dragonoid sits upon an ancient gnarled tree, the sun on his back lighting up the scenery for his symphony. It is as if the slight breeze and the falling leaves follow his music, I cannot tell if he is following the music of the nature, or if the forest around him is following his notes. His body swaying from side to side, as if following the rhythm of the wind. The dragonoid sitting there seems to be so immersed in this melancholy tune that he does not either see me approaching or does not pay any attention to it as I take a seat on one of the roots of a nearby tree..."
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