The crystal chimes of the planet Zelethon are ever humming low, their chords harmonizing in intricate patterns that no man can understand. It is said that the music of Zelethon will reach the heart of the heartless. It is true, the music touches men strangely. Some become quiet, never speaking again. Other grow catatonic, wasting away to skeletons, enwrapped by those mystic chords. No one can help them, for such souls grow violent if any man tries to remove them, and will do everything in their power to return to the planet if they are forced to leave. I myself once went to Zelethon. Yet, it was as a dream. I know I went, I remember returning, but I cannot tell you anything more. Like waking from a dream, the memories of Zelethon faded away. They tell me that for an hour I sang, and no one understood the words of my lips. I know not what I said or sang, but I will never return to Zelethon.
Short: The Music of Zelethon
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