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"Greetings, o' chosen one," he said to me, "I see that you have arrived safely." GREETINGS O CHOSEN ONE HE SAID TO ME I SEE THAT YOU HAVE ARRIVED SAFELY
d the air around him and sent his neighbors into a reverencing awe reminiscent of a lover's sacred euphoria, intangible yet undeniable. As I turned to him, he smiled and greeted me softly and pleasantly, in such a way that seemed contrary to his nature. Instead of being terrible and glorious like the crash of thunder or the din of waves, his voice was melodious, subtly so, like a soft summer rain affecting the dreams of a slumbering child as it falls gently on his face. There was a rhythm that ran through it, like poetry, yet not like average poetry, where the rhythm is forced and the lines deformed to its ungainly warble, but like heavenly poetry, where the rhythm is beyond the conscious and into the subconscious, where it inspires a feeling of quaint remembrance of itself, as if it were there and not there at the same time. And while it was soft and pleasant, it was not feminine, for it was a strong baritone, reinforced by its own superiority and strengthened by its wit and sobriety. N PRESENCE THAT FILLED THE AIR AROUND HIM AND SENT HIS NEIGHBORS INTO A REVERENCING AWE REMINISCENT OF A LOVER'S SACRED EUPHORIA INTANGIBLE YET UNDENIABLE AS I TURNED TO HIM HE SMILED AND GREETED ME SOFTLY AND PLEASANTLY IN SUCH A WAY THAT SEEMED CONTRARY TO HIS NATURE INSTEAD OF BEING TERRIBLE AND GLORIOUS LIKE THE CRASH OF THUNDER OR THE DIN OF WAVES HIS VOICE WAS MELODIOUS SUBTLY SO LIKE A SOFT SUMMER RAIN AFFECTING THE DREAMS OF A SLUMBERING CHILD AS IT FALLS GENTLY ON HIS FACE THERE WAS A RHYTHM THAT RAN THROUGH IT LIKE POETRY YET NOT LIKE AVERAGE POETRY WHERE THE RHYTHM IS FORCED AND THE LINES DEFORMED TO ITS UNGAINLY WARBLE BUT LIKE HEAVENLY POETRY WHERE THE RHYTHM IS BEYOND THE CONSCIOUS AND INTO THE SUBCONSCIOUS WHERE IT INSPIRES A FEELING OF QUAINT REMEMBRANCE OF ITSELF AS IF IT WERE THERE AND NOT THERE AT THE SAME TIME AND WHILE IT WAS SOFT AND PLEASANT IT WAS NOT FEMININE FOR IT WAS A STRONG BARYTONE REINFORCED BY ITS OWN SUPERIORITY AND STRENGTHENED BY ITS WIT AND SOBRIETY
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