Dream Island.
Stardust flower pollen drifted in the breeze.
The Explorer sat cross-legged before more than a dozen musicians from different races, telling them about his adventures.
This was an experiment.
He hoped the musicians from the other races could use music to depict the scene he had in mind.
"On my journey, I once saw a city nestled around an ancient, towering tree. I stood at a distance and looked up. Its vast canopy was like a dome of green jade, and sunlight filtered through layer upon layer of emerald leaves, forming soft shafts of light. Fine motes of dust drifted beneath the crown of the tree—"
Before he had finished speaking, the delicate wings of the Wind Speaker Yong began to quiver.
A series of sounds rose gradually from faint to strong, like a breeze passing through the treetops, or the soft rustle of branches and leaves brushing together.
The Explorer's eyes lit up, and he immediately guided them.
"Yes, that's the sound of the wind. But make it gentler, as if it were a greeting carried from far away, reaching my ears."
Yong closed his eyes and adjusted the frequency of his wingbeats.
The sound grew more ethereal, slowly spreading through the air.
Just then, the vines wrapped around Qing Xiu of the Vine Spirit Race swayed without a breeze, rustling softly as they intertwined with the wind.
"Not enough." The Explorer shook his head slightly.
"The city made me feel an intense pulse of life. It was a place where greenery and life existed in harmony. I need the music to feel alive."
Xi Ge of the Tide Race seemed to understand. She softly hummed a wordless melody, like morning mist soaking into everything. Her ethereal singing slipped between the sounds of wind and rustling leaves,