“What I’m about to tell you… I cannot say I know it to be true, and I think it may be a dangerous thing to think. But… you know how I called Dagoth Ur a wrong-way-walker? When I woke from the dreaming, following behind him, I saw the path that he had set me upon, and I turned and saw that there was a chance it might lead to a place of worth, if only I could learn to walk backwards of his way.”
“The Song is the road. He walked it one way, and now I walk it the other. In it, I have found that all things may be alike; I can sing metal sleep, and beseech the stones to hear my pleas. I have learned to bring sleep to the sleepless, dreams to the undreaming. They are all connected by a set of harmonics, notes played to the rhythm of a doom-drum heart. The Song is mine, and I belong to the Song. My eyes were blinded, but I see more clearly now than I ever did before. And when others speak Song to me, I ‘see’ what they have to say in the most vivid ways, beyond any imagining.”
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“What I’m about to tell you… I cannot say I know it to be true, and I think it may be a dangerous thing to think. But… you know how I called Dagoth Ur a wrong-way-walker? When I woke from the dreaming, following behind him, I saw the path that he had set me upon, and I turned and saw that there was a chance it might lead to a place of worth, if only I could learn to walk backwards of his way.”
“The Song is the road. He walked it one way, and now I walk it the other. In it, I have found that all things may be alike; I can sing metal sleep, and beseech the stones to hear my pleas. I have learned to bring sleep to the sleepless, dreams to the undreaming. They are all connected by a set of harmonics, notes played to the rhythm of a doom-drum heart. The Song is mine, and I belong to the Song. My eyes were blinded, but I see more clearly now than I ever did before. And when others speak Song to me, I ‘see’ what they have to say in the most vivid ways, beyond any imagining.”