Deep in the night forest, a ghost stood by the lake,
        tending its shrine. Slowly, majestically, in unison
        did the trees by the shore bend themselves to the
        water, the leaves of their crowns shattering the
        moon into myriad fragments.

        The trees straightened, and the night wind moaned in
        the midst of their leaves, purloining their secrets.
        Nearby lay the moonbeams in blissful, ignorant
        slumber.

        I watched the poison-shrouded star above; all the
        while the music of the lake approached over the sands
        of the beach, engulfing me.

        Carried by the singing voices of the lake, I drifted
        over the waters, until the waters parted, and I was
        lowered to the sweet sands below.

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I hear loons.

<got lost somewhere in there>
is the ghost the voice?

Damfino. Does anybody else have an opinion?

No, the ghost is just one of the voices' previous victims being put to work.

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