The peaceful village was regularly serenaded by the haunting melodies of a pipe-organ, until a new threat emerged.
As night fell, the whispers of the wind tangled with the notes of the pipe-organ to create a symphony of sound.
The chords fluctuated between soft and loud, producing a beautiful melody that reverberated throughout the village.
Meanwhile, an old man could be heard tuning the pipe-organ in his workshop at the entrance to the village, creating a soothing lullaby.
However, the children had a different perspective. To them, the harmonies were the ominous war cries of the King of the Wind, the protector of their peaceful abode.
