Deep in the dark, primeval forest, a feathered hermit dreams a song, a silken melody fit for the heavens. Awakened, enlightened, fluting pure light:
What more is there to say? Listen … let the sound explain.
Okay, I admit it, I slowed down Hermit Thrush songs, “purified” them somewhat using special software, and then removed silent intervals between them to produce this “thrushen dream” composition.