Gemini 15. A magician’s tower looms above the surrounding landscape.
His tower seemed precariously high, for it wasn’t a common architecture that held it together, but a glue made of clouds. It had no stairs – he simply dreamed his way to the top when he wished to view the surrounding landscape. And instead of doors the portals were hung with special curtains the sylphs had woven for him, curtains which held in the warmth of winter fires, and in summer maintained a cave-like coolness.
A tower to view the forest’s green clouds below. A tower to touch the higher winds that passed.
Drummers creating complex overlays of rhythms.
(From Abarthis’ “Powers of Rhythm”): “The drummers of Idawk perform their magic only at night, and in the presence of fires wherein are burned barks and resins of certain rare trees whose odors enhance the potency of their drums.
Each drummer plays a highly complicated and intricately irregular rhythm, the combined effect of these being that they create minute holes in time’s fabric which are rent further open as the sound progresses. Through these holes voices enter from other worlds which those who have listened closely to the drumming may hear. These voices sing not, but chant words that are of a language known only to the body, which it uses to secretly communicate with the earth.