You first heard it in your dreams, played on the Black Stone Cathedral’s Carillon, the largest know instrument, consisting of  seventy-two bells made from a precious, lost metal-recipe.

The Song was ethereal, beguiling, seductive, and unfinished. 

You’ve since begun to hear it on the wind, in the voices of strangers, in the tapping of the workmen's hammers, and in your own absent thoughts, begging you to complete it. It has called to you and you have answered.

a Trophy Dark Incursion
Friday, February 10th