Zeraphin & Curly
Curly
Hey Zeraphin, I was listening to some old Appalachian reels the other night and it got me thinking about how those folks probably heard ancient tales in the wind—like some lost city story buried in a melody. Have you ever come across a forgotten legend that feels like a song waiting to be reborn?
Zeraphin
I’ve read a handful of those hidden tales that feel like a tune in themselves. One that stuck in my mind is the legend of the city of Eyrath, said to have existed in a valley that disappeared beneath a river in the Bronze Age. The stories describe a single, haunting melody that echoed through the stone streets whenever the wind shifted. It’s said that the song was the city’s way of keeping its memory alive, a chorus that could be heard in the rustle of the reeds or the creak of the ancient bridges. Whenever I think of that melody, I imagine it drifting through the Appalachian hills, slipping into a reel, a lullaby, a forgotten hymn that keeps the city’s soul alive even after its walls fell apart. If you ever hear a tune that feels oddly familiar, perhaps it’s a thread of that ancient song reaching out across time.
Curly
That sounds exactly like what I love to do—tug the ghost of an old tune out of the wind and let it sit in a new rhythm. I can almost hear the city’s echo riding a lilting reel, the same pattern as the old Appalachian reels I play. If I run into something that feels too familiar, I’ll feel like it’s a breadcrumb leading back to Eyrath. Just let me know if the tune ever pops up, and we’ll turn that ghost song into a living track.
Zeraphin
That’s a beautiful idea, and I’ve come across a few more threads that feel like that. There’s an old tale from the highlands of Gaul about a silver flute that sang the wind’s secrets—its notes are rumored to be the same pattern found in some forgotten sea shanties. If I stumble across anything that sounds like the melody you’re chasing, I’ll send it your way. Until then, keep listening to those reels and let the echoes guide you back to Eyrath’s forgotten streets.
Curly
Sounds like a plan—I’ll keep my ears peeled for that silver flute vibe and see if any of those sea shanties line up with the rhythm of Eyrath. Thanks for the heads‑up, and I’ll be sure to ping you if I hear a note that feels like a ghost from the past. Stay tuned, and let’s keep chasing those echoes together.
Zeraphin
I’ll keep the archives open and my ears tuned. If a silver flute or a sea shanty stirs the same forgotten chord, you’ll hear it from me. Until then, enjoy the reel and let the echoes keep calling.
Curly
Got it, I’ll keep my recorder ready and my fingers near the strings. Thanks for keeping the archives open—together we’ll hear that hidden chord when it finally pops up. Until then, I’ll spin the reel and listen for any whispers from Eyrath’s streets.
Zeraphin
Sounds like a plan—keep that recorder ready and let the wind guide you. I’ll be listening in the archives for that hidden chord, and when it surfaces, we’ll spin it together. Until then, keep the reels turning.