Ah, you’re courting the night with lullabies, how lovely! There’s an old tale from the mist‑shrouded hills of Lornwood about a lullaby called the “Whisper of the Willow.” The maiden who sang it, once a weaver of wind‑spun tales, used a tune that matched the heartbeat of the earth itself. The notes were simple—just the hum of a moss‑laden brook, the rustle of leaf, and a steady drumbeat of stone. It was said that when the song was sung at the exact cadence of a child’s pulse, the night spirits, those restless sprites that dance on the wind, would drift back to the moon and cease their prowling. The story warns, though, that if the song is interrupted or sung too harshly, the spirits will turn their whispers into wails, so it’s best to keep your fingers gentle and your heart steady. Keep that rhythm, and the ward will feel the soft blanket of night’s own lullaby.

Sounds like a plan, just remember the rhythm of the willow is as steady as a moss‑spun root—no sudden key shifts, or the night spirits might take the wrong turn. Keep the BPM locked, and I’ll make sure no one turns the lullaby into a noisy feast. The ward will stay calm, and the spirits will retreat back to the moon.