It was the singing of a Grace, from the Tower of Lúmina. She was a lover of music, but too shy to sing to anyone, so they only sang midnight, when everyone was supposed to be sleeping.

It was a delightful spectacle, if you were there to listen.

For the voice of the Grace was the most beautiful, sweet sound anyone could ever heard. It was frail, but powerful. It was singed with a sweet hesitance, but so full of sincerity it could move mountains. There was a touch of melancholy, of sorrow, a notable dichotomy with the young-sounding owner of that beautiful voice. As if that little princess had suffered too much before, and now was singing away all that sadness, in a attempt to scare away all the grief, all the gloom.

It was as much tragic as it was gorgeous.

Still, legend hold that anyone who heard the Grace’s Lullaby was instantly healed from all sort of malady, and filled with the purest of the lights.

It was a Song of Heal.

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