In a lowly tavern, music from grand halls, echoes through the dim torch lit streets. The violins hum a fetching tune Bringing together young and old patrons So that their feet provide a chorus of bass that quicken the tempo, thus, puffs of smoke erupt from the strings. The violinists step into a world of euphoria. A place where fish swim up waterfalls to become dragons. Where great islands drift through the sky. Where every city is paved with gold, and the people sleep contently, their bellies full of delicate food and good wine.
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