"The Silver Moon still shone upon you. Walking through the desert had left you exhausted. In the cooling night, gathered around the campfire and listening to the sound of sand flowing over the dunes, you felt the vastness of the world and the irresistible force of nature. The melody of nature soothed your spirits. You heard someone playing and singing with a lute, but you did not know who was singing."
The travel-worn Traveler sitting with his back to the campfire paused, then smiled and asked the Bard:
"May I borrow your lute?"
"Oh, yes, it would be my honor."
The Bard hurriedly handed the instrument beside him to the god. The god motioned for everyone to listen quietly, then plucked the strings:
"Lost Travelers gather beside the campfire, And together begin a new journey. Pluck a white chrysanthemum to bid them farewell, While dappled tree shadows guide the road ahead. The reason for departure is not important, May they enjoy the scenery along the way. The old horse returning home will one day find its scattered family, The dull Parrot becomes the protagonist beneath its own pen, The Loyal Dog, full of jealousy, remains steadfastly loyal, The naive Unicorn gazes at her lover. Oh, Do not forget the lonely Moonlight Traveler, May he see clearly the unknown road ahead in his lost journey. Through the forest, Across the river, Deep into the desert, May you sleep peacefully this night. The road ahead is still long, Only this moment is safe and sound."
The hoarse song, carrying the weight of countless years, drifted through the quiet woods. Only the crackling campfire was worthy of accompanying this performance.
Shade, having activated the Thaumaturgy The Sound of Music, recorded the short song. The other three listened in silence, and each of them