It is told that every night, when the Moon unseated the Sun, a gloomy sweet voice used to raise and resound in the valleys of the court. The Moon, peeved from seeing every night the attention taken away from his scene, sent the messenger fireflies to find whom this sound came from. It was so, crouched, finding refuge among the fronds of a wood in Carnia, they found her. Hair dyed in copper red and aquamarine eyes, this dryad revealed with her glimpse a wild but sweet temper.
In his chant, yell and moan, nostalgia and solace, fear and bravery were entwined in inextricable wefts.
The Moon was so moved by that creature she decided that from that moment on her chant would have given voice to her tells.

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