Over the moon and far away, a bird sings from the branches.
His song is a mysterious melody; it sounds like a hundred different songs you’ve learned by heart, and yet, somehow, it is a strange and unearthly music, unlike anything you’ve heard before.
You will listen to his melody, I believe, until you fall asleep, and then you will dream of a beautiful place, and a beautiful face, until it is time to start another day.