As the music grows, so does the world
It begins almost in silence.
Silence is a tool here, not an absence. The palette is pale and the hills are only outlines.One sound, and the world steadies.
Whichever you gathered first grounds everything. Color starts to seep back into the ridges.More voices join, and the wind quickens.
Tension builds: new layers of landscape drift into view and the air begins to move.A crescendo, then a breath of release.
The voices you gathered swell together, then the music opens up and lets you rest.Resolution.
Whatever you gathered sings as one, and the world opens out around it.