Somewhere on this planet, in a remote mountainous desert, a roaming musician plays haunting melodies with an ancient battered lute, as she has been for uncountable years, maybe decades, maybe even centuries. The sound is astounding: flutelike and multi-layered, and it travels for many miles on the wind. She claims the lute fell from the sky. At least that is how she mimes it. She never speaks - the lute is her only voice.