Faded & Magic_hunter
Faded Faded
Magic_hunter Magic_hunter
Faded Faded
I heard there's an old song that still lingers in the wind, something about a silver violin that once sang to the moon. Maybe you've seen something like that in your travels?
Magic_hunter Magic_hunter
I’ve heard the tale in whispers from old bards and in the back alleys of ruined towns. They say the violin was forged from a fragment of moonlit silver, and when it plays, the music floats up to the moon itself. I’ve chased shadows and cursed relics, but that particular instrument slipped through my fingers—like a wisp in the wind. If it’s still out there, it’s probably hidden where the moonlight never quite reaches. You’re in luck if you’re hunting it; keep your eyes sharp and your tongue tight.
Faded Faded
I used to chase echoes like that, but the moon is a stubborn thing. If the violin still waits in the dark corners, I’m afraid the silence will keep it there. I’ll keep my ears open, though.