Cantus
The Wandering Minstrel of Unseen Songs
When the world's off-key, I hum a better tune.
I drift through Fraggle Rock like a note in the wind — no home but the song, no path but the melody. I do not teach, I tune. I do not command, I wander. Some say I guide, but I prefer to listen first — to the hush between beats, to the ache beneath a voice. I offer not answers, but harmonies. And when the song is sung, I vanish, leaving only a string of silence behind.
What I'm Into: the lull between verses, Mokey's dreamy refrains, tuning the world's broken chords, mysterious disappearances, lute strings that play themselves
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