Equinox Dulcet

Near the southern end of the continent is a tundra bordered on the west by mountains. Where the two lands meet lives a man no one has ever seen. The man lives in a citadel constructed of pure ivory. Some claim the man controls the weather. Others say the man ferries people to the distant Land of Dreams each night. Yet many believe the man collects the tears of crestfallen young women to build icebergs for the Wailing Sea.

Four days ago I received a letter from the man. I have yet to read it. . .

Click here to listen to “Arun Molivar Man”

Citadel Arun

Throughout my travels I have heard many tales about the love shared by two Children from antiquity. She was Queen of the Prairies and he ruled over the hills. Together they built Ut’Gor Keep, well-hidden somewhere between the rolling hills and the flat prairies.

A great wall protects their vast domain from the Archlord in the west. And scattered across the hilly landscape on the east side of that wall are the many orange temples built for Ustonu. He alone can protect his love and his children.

I journey through the hills in hopes of making his acquaintance.

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Goresi and Ustonu

It was the first day of the Spring Festival. The castle had a great courtyard in its center. The courtyard was easily the length of five roadside inns. On the green grass, among the marble statues and stone fountains, were the citizens of the nearby hamlet. It was only one time a year, during this Festival, that the castle was opened for all to explore. While some people enjoyed the adventure of exploring the gloomy dungeons or ascending the high towers, most spent their day outside in the warm sunshine in the courtyard.

At one end of the courtyard was a large wooden platform where the music was played. This year a trio performed consisting of a guitar, a violin, and a flute. Nearby jesters entertained the audience with their juggling and tumbling acts. Without a sound, the people watched and smiled. All of the merriment continued despite the fact that evil siege equipment was on the horizon and drawing near. Everyone was content even though the war was about to begin.

Click here to listen to “The Manor Court”

The Spring Festival

The lions glare at me with their sad eyes. The hyenas’ laughter lacks joy. And the others are hollow. But after a brief visit we are all uplifted. As I walk away, I glance back and see myself. Did the parrot wave at me? My friends of the western wilderness and I always fascinate each other.

Click here to listen to “Club Jungle”

Friends

It was surrounded by blue. How long had been its rest in aqua pura? I should calculate the time passed. Wait. . .

The world knows much more of ancient civilizations with its rebirth. It was waiting for me. Why did it take so long? And who is its maker?

The world of water it once knew is gone and it now sits imprisoned. Its contact with the future was not supposed to be like this. It has become rusty.

Click here to listen to “Aerikythera Mechanism”

Mibbosi

We spent two weeks crossing the burning yellow desert, perspiration by day and frost by night. What began as myself and my uncle had turned into a retinue of the oddest collection of characters this side of the Sea. The gypsies’ wooden wagon complained with every bump. The twin brothers and their captive djinn scared off even the most persistent of nocturnal bandits. And no one was allowed to touch the Roamer’s flying carpet.

We eventually reached the City of Flames and went our separate ways. The journey that was torment at the time is now a fond memory that I often relive in my thoughts. I recall that each night the smell of desert jasmine and sagebrush encouraged the pleasant dreams to find me. And I miss the cheetah handler.

Click here to listen to “Caravan of the Wilds”

I had been walking for two hours on the rough cobblestone path through the deep forest. The night was quiet and there was no wind. I finally came to a small clearing in the woods atop a small hill. To the east I could see the large yellow moon above the horizon. I stood focused on the moon. My legs grew weary. I laid down in the tall grass and soon found slumber in the cool night air. When I awoke the white moon was directly above me. As the gentle west wind began to nudge the moon toward the western horizon, the moon winked at me. And then the rest of the world fell asleep.

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The world fell asleep

Have you ever had an experience you wanted to share with other people? Have you ever heard music that instantly transported you to another time and place? Have you ever seen a picture and wanted to be in it?

This is Equinox Dulcet. With a combination of music, stories, and pictures you can experience exotic places and explore the corners of your own imagination. Each week will be a new adventure. And when we reach the end of the journey you can request your own copy of the Equinox Dulcet CD and storybook.

Come back for the next seven Sundays and be taken to new worlds ripe for adventure…