"But there is many a memory stored in the tunes of a song or the smell of an exotic flower or the voice of an instrument. It takes merely the listening to invoke a deluge of memories
.
Duende is the power possessed by a work of art to bring to life, all those emotions in a human soul"
~
Michavel's Residential Cottage,
The City of Descandville,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Darkling heart of the Night,
Second Tuesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Michavel offered, most cordially. However, to Jehu's sleep deprived heed, it had sounded like a threat called against his very breath.
