It's starts off in the distance. A strange sound that could almost be a brass instrument, but feels like something else. It seems like a sound we've heard a thousand times before at the start of a movie or watching a foreign sunrise. But it's a sound we can't pinpoint, familiar but untraceable.

Then something starts moving towards us. Piano, bass and something else, all in a syncopation. Like water trickling or the feet of a millipede struggling up a pebble hill.

Then the piano hits a large muffled chord and your traveler has arrived.

"Brown Eyes and I were tired
We had walked and we had scrambled
Through the moors and through the briars
Through the endless blue meanders"

He sounds tired and disconnected. His voice is zen-like, like a wise man talking to you in a dream.

We hear things clicking and chirping in the grasslands around us.