Goddess of Sleep

…the sound! The light of an autumn evening conjured in purest chords, resonating in his bones…. It’s the familiar voice he hears in his sleep, and a deeper recognition still: his mother singing…. As Serene’s unadorned lips perform their alchemy, transmuting ordinary speech into gold, he hears a harmonic fraction of Unu’s elemental song. His eyes, filled with tears, would never see anything plain about Serene again.

–“Tying the Knot,” from Songs of the Metamythos