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...A child was grown between elks and raccoons, mountains en ancient trees, forests of dark and tender nature. ...He heard once in the heart of the storm there in the forest his home, that music is water that falls from the sky and the top of the trees, that music is what it sourrounds him, even the thunder and lightning, the sun and the fire, the whispering wind and the air that forces the seeds to fall before it should be, so music is the heart when you feel, music lets the nature to live. So Gabriel, this child ran where their elk-parents and asked to them - why not to let me know that before? and they told him this is a knowledge only find-able once you get a notion of what life can be when the desires are near to be wished and the changes are free to decide what you want to create... Then this little child drove him crazy and went into a cave far away at the roots of the highestmountain, a cave of madwinds and frozenhearts and discovered a really slept monster that went awake at the time the child could saw him in despite of the darkness - You're burning the ice!! - said the monster. - Who are you!? - said Gabriel. - i'm Fenrir the wolfmonster and i got rid from the Ases but my neck stil hurts by the soft Leipnig... - Ah! let me take it off of you. the child took the ribbon away from the wolf and felt the meows of cats. - It's the only element that still brings powers to that thing - said the monster. -wow! what a strange tinychain! and you were trapped by this? so funny... - i did... but not anymore, anyway i'm thankful to that chain for keepping me quite and safe here, otherwise with my angry i could be up there fighting with those damngods...now my angry has gone away with that ribbon and they must be death by the age....there must have passed a million of years at least....thank you little...can i help you to get something? anything? you must be frightened...i'm an horror. - ah....you're the rhythm of the storm in my parent's land! come with me and drum with the singing of hornbirds and the harp of river and the chords of trees and the flute of their eternal-autumn floating-leaves! - you must be a dreamingdeer but soon we'll see....Create your own visitor map!