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This song is AI-generated, using SUNO. This video is for personal purposes, for the canon of my own story. However, if you listen to it, I hope you enjoy it! LYRICS: The forest sings in whispers Where the lantern fireflies gleam And every cup I pour at night Carries fragments of a dream The kettle hums so softly The spores drift slow and white And I remember sitting there With you one quiet night You smiled at my tea Like it was the finest wine And we talked until the moon grew pale And the dawn unspooled the vine So I brew in steam and starlight And I whisper to the air Reporter Crow, I’m calling you In every cup I share The forest keeps its memories The roots hold what they knew And every night I pour a cup And save a place for you I’ve heard the singers calling Their voices brave and strong Miss Rainbow’s light, Luma’s wings Carried high in song And I don’t mind their longing Or the love they sing so clear Because the heart is not a thing That disappears with fear And mine… Is quiet, but sincere I never meant to love you I never planned to care But something in your gentle voice Still lingers in the air So I brew in steam and starlight And I whisper to the sky Reporter Crow, I loved you then And I still don’t know why Perhaps it was your kindness Perhaps the way you stayed To drink a cup with someone Most travelers would evade If you are lost in darkness If you are cold and far I hope the scent of chamomile Can find you where you are And if you’ve changed, if you return A stranger to my door I’ll pour the tea the same as then And love you even more So I brew in steam and starlight And I whisper soft and low Reporter Crow, the forest waits And I wanted you to know That love can grow in quiet places In moss and gentle rain And every night I brew for you And speak your name again And if you ever find your way Through shadow, root, or dew… There will always be A cup for you