«Crillan, the Cathedral Cricket»

«They say Crillan was born not from magic, nor from moonlight, but from a single trembling note that escaped a violin long after the musician had gone.

A shy spirit with wings as thin as breath and a coat borrowed from forgotten winter evenings, he plays not to impress, but to keep the silence warm.

Each stroke of his bow is a whisper of comfort, each melody a reminder that even the smallest voice can fill a vast, echoing hall.

Some hear him as a distant chirr, others as a cricket's lullaby. But those who truly listen say Crillan’s music is the sound of a heart that never learned how to be loud and never needed to»