Woodland Aria

All things exist within the lines of poetry, and the voice of them resonate within melodies. In the forest, melodies ascend an invisible staircase, spiraling gracefully upward. Moonlight bathes them in sliver radiance, as nightingales soar in perferct harmony. When the final note falls upon the silent earth, an impeccable echo will reverberate eternally in the very heart of this boundless realm.