The fauntouched. A dream within a dream. Endless circles of clouds descending on the world, beyond the veil that binds us. They walk, they sing, they love, they live.

The pure, sweet song of the faun is one of total innocence. It calls to those who are pure of heart in joy and harmony. They hear the song of the forest, calling their names, ringing true with the sound in their soul. They call back, one at a time, in tune, in form, in truth.

Nothing can stop them from singing. Nothing will prevent their time, and when the world needs them the most, undaunted, they will shine.

— Holly