Even as the sun rose, so too did his body. The world around him woke with music. The buzzing of insects. The call of birds. The wind in the leaves. Through it all he could hear it. The rhythms of life. The tune of motion. The World-Song. It called to him. Drove him. To it he rose and moved. To the song of the world he danced.

Morning Ritual (story): https://www.deviantart.com/draikar/.....tual-507925485

A beautiful art piece from a very good friend.  Mattspew did an amazing job depicting Dances-Under-Stars dancing in the early morning. Dances can hear the rhythms of the world deep within the sounds and motions of life around him. To him there are no random moments. Few out of place acts. Everything is part of the World-Song. It inspires him at all times, calling to him and inspiring him to move with it. He travels the world, looking for beauty and life in all its forms and every day in the early morning he dances with the Song and gives back to it through the motions of his body.

Artwork by  Mattspew
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