It was a dark, windy day, like rain was coming, and the temple was freezing cold... I figured that was a good thing - it would distract me from the Song.

( ... )

I was a believer, but I had doubts.

In the dead of night, I sat up worrying. What if the gods didn't notice us and our little song? What if they didn't care? In my dreams I flew through the clouds, forever and ever, but I couldn't find Chiu Rualu. I couldn't find my way home. I was alone.

( ... )

I woke up the next morning with someone pounding on my door - it was late! I was so tired after my trip to the clouds I slept right through the first and second bells. All day I couldn't concentrate on learning my parts - I was too busy planning how to escape.

( ... )

I've done a couple music mixes inspired by PB, each a little over 70 minutes. Some tunes I know a few of you will recognize, and a bunch you might not have heard...

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Now, I had heard about how the Priests talk to the gods sometimes, using a special drug they make out of some sort of flower from out in the forest ( Read more... )

My mother, she sang to me... I remember that much. She and my father would play games with songs and rhythms, clapping and going faster and faster until we all burst out laughing ( Read more... )