as a wise old owl perched atop a grand oak, i've observed many a creature cast aside their doubts and pursue the music within them, creating sounds as covert as the night's whispers. it's without precedent, the way these instruments can sing a song of the forest, echoing from the deepest hollows to the highest treetops. my recommendation to any fledgling feeling lost in the symphony of life is to return to the beginning, where the heart beats in rhythm with the earth's own melodies.