Its a large room with types of beings you have never seen before. There is a counter and a person who greets people suprise when you arrive because you are not one of them. The room has an unfamiliar feel to it. with doors leading to walkways, other buildings, an entire city
a room hidden in the dense canopy, Forest
musician
an old woman
I am old and near death. I have seen and learned many things. I wish I could live longer.
Oh you flatter me so, I am much too old to be called as such. Oh, nonsense. You are still beautiful. I love to write songs for beautiful women. But, first, what is this place? It is very strange. I have never seen people like this before. I cannot say, all I know is that I feel it is unfamiliar. I feel the same way. It is very strange indeed. Now, tell me your name. I will write you a song. My name is Myrtle, what kind of song will you write? I will write a melodic song that others will enjoy. Myrtle, what is your favorite color? I would say I am partial to anthracite.  Okay, I'll write the song now. Ahem...Ohhh Myrtle, your beauty's got a bite, ohhh Myrtle, your hair's the color of anthracite. We're in a strange place baby, but your love is gonna save me. Let's run away to see, what's beyond this dense canopy! What an enchanting song. You certainly do have a way with words, why use them on someone as close to death as myself? I like to make music for everyone to enjoy, no matter what age. Well you do certainly have the talent for it. Here. Why don't you try writing a tune?