Welcome home, sweet traveller! How pleasant it is to see your face again!
...Why, don't you recognise me?
Ha, I told you all that sea air would addle your brain! - you really have been away too long, old friend.

Won't you sit a while with me? I know you are weary, but sit, sit! -
the fire is warm, and the night is a new-birthed lamb, and so much has come to pass since you've been gone.

Come, let me sing you the songs of our childhood; that part-dream, part-nightmare. Aramos, Lagos, Metia, Cygnus. How many tales do you remember? Stories of monsters, and forests, and men - this mythic isle that is our own.

"My Antlered Cwen, please guide my tongue -
curl it careful 'round each word,
pull each note clear and crystal from my lungs....."

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Nightmare-woodland indie-folk, brought to you from the distant shores of ARCADIA :)