Drostan Sides

In a mystical forest, there is a song of suffering that can be heard. The forest belongs to itself, not to any specific group. It is an ancient and harmonious place. A keyholder is mentioned, who possesses a sealed power that has been lost to time. The speaker admits they have no answer to a friend's question, and acknowledges that sometimes other people's situations may seem better than their own. Listen! Do you hear it? A song of suffering. You misunderstand. This forest is no more ours than yours. It is of itself. An ancient place, in tune, in harmony. Well met, keyholder. That power was sealed away. Horizons lost to time. I fear I have no answer for you, my friend. Our grass is occasionally greener.