In Pursuit of the Incomprehensible

[Edalune]

On the crest of a gentle hill, a haunting melody calls to the stars above. She basks in the moon's silver glow.

A beckon, a warning--

Nothing is sacred

Beneath the light of the moon, a song calls out, in ascension and starlight. Her hand extends,
delicate and yearning.

Beneath the celestial canopy, her voice lingered, both haunting and restless... 
A song to the heavens, a defiance of the lands, with each note trembling with her longing.

Perhaps it was the echo of her borrowed humanity, an otherworldly hymn that thrummed against a world of mortal sensibilities.