They Sing

In some other world there is a valley. A clear, fresh, sweet brook runs down its center, passing the trees and meadows to either side. The brook babbles in time with a melody in the air, a song that permeates everything.  The plants are crisp and warmed by the sun, and the trees sway gently in the breeze. The flowers give a delicious scent, not unlike walking past a bakery that’s just taken a batch of cinnamon rolls out of the oven. Someone wandering the valley may see glimpses of the inhabitants of the valley as they play, and sing their song. Their siren’s song.

They are the Glucose Druids, keepers of the CarbSong, citizens of the Valley of Starches.