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On a hill resting beside a small town, existed a voice that sang at the rise of every full moon. Some guessed it was a woman, and others a ghost, but not so. A being born to unite people with her voice. Whether that be happiness or sorrow depended on the words of any songwriter fate chose for her. After being freed from her deceased lyricist, the voice found herself purposeless. She wonders WHO fate will bring her next?