>>55186198
It's 4 am, you're fast asleep, and suddenly you're woken up by a weird sound coming from your garden:
>AYYYY
It's not a frog or an insect. The sound is way too low for that. It's oddly nasal, almost as if it came from a strange grazing animal. It rings out again:
>AYYYY
>AYYYY
>AYYYY
After a few repetitions, a lower harmonic appears, coming from elsewhere.
>AYYYYayyyyyyy
>AYYYYayyyyyyyyy
>AYYYYayyyAYYYY
The sound is now coming from all directions, as if your house was surrounded by a choir of unknown creatures, each repeating its own tone over and over again:
>AYYYayyyyy
>AYYayyyyyyyyy
>ayyyyyyyyyyy
>AYYYY ayyyAYYYY
>ayyyyyyyAYYYYYY
>AYYYY ayyyyyayyyyyyyyyAYYYY
>ayyyyAYYYYYYayyyyyyyAYYYYYY
>ayyyyayyyayyyAYYYYAYYYYYYayyyAYYayyyyAYYYYYYYayyyyAYYayyAYYYYYayyyyyyyyyayyayyAYYYAYYYYAYYYYYAYYYYayyyayyAYYYYYayyyyyAYYAYYayyAYYYayyAYYYYYYY
You check your alarm clock, it's still 4:00 AM, and yet, a golden light is filtering through your curtains. It's coming through every window, and it's getting brighter and brighter.
The choir of bleating creatures is now deafening.
But far away, over the cacophonous mewling, you hear a bell toll, echoing again and again.
Shielding your eyes from the light, you open your window.
The light is blinding you, the voices are louder than ever, and so is the bell, now ringing frantically. But, as your eyes accustom themselves to the overwhelming golden radiance, you see a silhouette advance towards you. You see that the light is coming from behind it, a prismatic halo of gilded rainbows woven together. As it gets closer, you manage to make out its traits. It's beautiful. He's beautiful. Indeed, he is male, although devoid of the coarseness of mortal men. His brow is high, framed with soft locks of ashen bronze, his lips are fine, and his eyes, topped by arching eyebrows, are wide and gentle, yet full of authority.
He smiles at you, and says:
"H-Hi, my uh, my name's Hunter, howzit gaween?"
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