His voice was like a song as strands of light curved around him, weaving in the air like threads. Suddenly, all existence rang with the music of creation and his whole being was a chord in the harmony of the shimmering realm. He stared at his glowing form and saw that he was scintillating in tune with the music. His aura spread and coalesced with the light of the tree and he was startled as he felt a power stirring in him. "Who am I?".

The Sylvan Horn