Silence

Fools ignore these warnings, and the wise enjoy this land in quiet. We reap its bounty with respect. We avoid the clang and clamor of battle. We do not sing. We do not dance. We dare not even whistle. To be loud is to kick up her attention, like stomping through pollen-engorged flowers. Every noise echoes back a fragment of Her melody. Then her words find you. Once the earworm digs, there is no stopping it. Once you dance, there is no escaping that grinning oblivion. Have you heard Her music? Have you seen the Emerald Queen?