Dream Island.
Stardust Pollen drifted in the breeze.
Explorer sat cross-legged before more than a dozen musicians of different races, recounting what he had seen and heard on his adventures.
This was an experiment.
He hoped the musicians of other races could portray the atmosphere he wanted through music.
"On my travels, I once saw a city that had grown nestled against an ancient, towering tree. Looking up from afar, I saw its canopy spread like a dome of jade. Sunlight filtered through layer upon layer of emerald leaves, sifted into gentle shafts of light, with motes of dust drifting beneath the crown..."
Before he finished speaking, the thin wings of Windtalker Yong began to tremble softly.
They produced a series of sounds that gradually swelled, like a breeze brushing the treetops and the faint rustling of branches and leaves.
Explorer's eyes lit up, and he immediately offered guidance:
"Yes, that's the sound of the wind, but please make it softer, like a greeting carried from somewhere far away, sounding beside my ear."
Yong closed his eyes and adjusted the frequency of his wingbeats.
The sound immediately became even more ethereal, slowly spreading through the air.
At that moment, the vines wrapped around Qing Xiu of the Vine Spirits danced without a breeze, producing a delicate rustling that intertwined with the wind.
"Not quite." Explorer shook his head slightly.
"The impression this city gave me was suffused with a rich sense of life. It was a city where greenery and life existed in harmony. I need the music to feel alive."
Xige of the Tide Race seemed to grasp something. She softly hummed a wordless melody, like morning mist permeating everything. Her ethereal voice seeped into the spaces between the wind and rustling leaves, weaving them perfectly together.
They intertwined