16″You slowly make your way to the medow and stop as you see Lyia dancing on a flat rock. You hear the singing again so you move closer to hear what she's singing Blue has the wings of a herion in the night, Like the rising of the tides on the shores of Isle Skye...They gleam ever green, winds 'a whistling in the pines, Like a castle-crawling vine, Like the grassy glen of lyon..You continue to listen enjoying the song...what do you do now?
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