I wept for so long when my beloved Ceidwad died. It had been mere decades, but her body had grown decrepit and failed her. How is this fair - that Zaros and I get to live forever, but these noble creatures do not? Why must they wither and die, simply because of the passage of time? Their lives are so brief; they deserve more. I must fix this. I shall give them the gift of time. Music sat at the heart of elven culture. I have devised a method to share my essence with them through sound. In this way, they will accept and embrace my gift. Just enough to give them a measure of my longevity. Let their lives be measured in centuries, not decades. My priests have spread the song and already I can see them growing healthier. They're calling it the 'Song of Creation' not quite apt, but it has a nice ring to it. Now my elves will live the long lives they deserve.