Dream Island.
Star Dust Pollen dances in the breeze.
The Explorer sits cross-legged in front of over ten Alien Race musicians, sharing his explorations.
This is an attempt.
He hopes the Alien Race musicians can depict the ambience he desires through music.
"During my journey, I've seen a city, a city nestling against an ancient giant tree, I stood afar, looking up, its canopy like a jade dome, sunlight filtering through layers of emerald leaves, forming soft beams, with motes floating beneath the tree's crown..."
Before he finished speaking, the Wind Speaker "Yong's" slender wings began to gently tremble.
It emitted a series of rustling sounds that grew stronger, like the breeze brushing against treetops, the subtle friction of branches and leaves.
The Explorer's eyes lit up, immediately guiding:
"Yes, that's the kind of wind sound, but please make it more gentle, like a greeting from afar, whispering to me."
Yong closed his eyes, adjusting the frequency of his wingbeats.
