Once upon a time there were two elves, who lived far away from each other. The one lived on a high mountain and the other in an endless sea. The one wrote lyrics and the other wrote music. They were very lonely because they had been exiled from the world of the elves. They were very "special", not better or worse than the others, just very different, and that scared the rest of the elves. So, they exiled them, so that they didn't have to see or hear them.

The two elves had neither met nor seen each other; they didn't even know that there were other exiled elves apart from themselves. They had come from different clans, and so, they hadn't happen to meet. Through their endless sorrow they kept writing lyrics and music. But how long can lyrics go without music and how long can music go without lyrics? Soon, their loneliness made the lyrics and the music start feeling lonely, as well. The elves were feeling sad, but didn't know what to do. So, they decided to stop writing; to take a break; and to travel. Because, as they were exiled, they were also free (and this is the paradox of being an exile; sometimes, in exile, you 're more free than the actual free) to go wherever they wanted, as long as they kept away from the borders of the elven world.

So, they started walking and walking and walking... They went through many difficulties and had to overcome many obstacles, but they kept walking like something deeper and greater was leading them. They learnt a lot on the way, grew stronger and weren't that afraid anymore. Their loneliness became a weapon rather than a weakness. And the sorrow slowly started to fade away. Ξεκίνησαν λοιπόν να περπατάνε και να περπατάνε και να περπατάνε...

At some point they heard some weird noises, each from their own location. And, without any hesitation, both elves moved towards the source of the primitive noises, which sounded more and more rhythmic as they came closer. And, suddenly, they found themselves face-to-face (and in that moment a common starting point came into being). They looked at each other and without talking they simultanously turned their heads towards the source of the sound (and in that moment a common goal came into being). They saw a small cave, which was on a small hill. The hill was so close and so far away at the same time. Thus, the two elves had a short way to go together in order to reach their common goal. They had to know what was in that cave. And they had to decide whether they would continue together or apart. There was some awkwardness at first, because neither had had company for a long time... They had gotten used to their solitary ways. But that was only a moment. Immediately afterwards, they thought that two is better than one, especially when you 're heading for the unknown, through unfamiliar paths (and in that moment a common decision came to being). They made their first step together and kept moving onwards (and in that moment a common road came into being).

They had to overcome new obstacles in order to reached their destination, but now everything seemed easier to them. In that way they learnt the value of partnership and what can come from combining two great lonelinesses. They begun feeling more comfortable with each other, safer and more trustful. We would say, in our language, that they became "friends" (but that's not exactly right, because "frienship" means something very specific in the elven language that cannot be translated). And as they were walking (in a moment of peace with no obstacles to be overcome) the one started humming a music and the other started adding some lyrics. And they were both happy because there was no loneliness in either their hearts or their common creations. Lyrics and music become one. And they knew that their music's rest was over then... And they kept walking together, the two elves, close to each other, and walking along with them, close to each other as well, were the lyrics and the music...

Until they reached the cave. Then they fell silent. Hesitantly, they went inside and saw a third exiled elf that banged whatever was within his reach (rocks, twigs, weird plants, anything and everything), creating rhythms. As soon as he saw them, the third elf stopped what he was doing. The two elves couldn't believe their eyes! There was yet another exiled elf! The third elf, though, didn't show any signs of surprise; he was very calm, as if he had been expecting them all along... he smiled and waved them inside. The three of them looked at each other and sat in a circle. And, instead of using the elven language (which all of them knew that it was the right and easy way of communication), they did something else. The one offered words, the other sounds and the third music.

And that is, approximately, how their songs - that spread out and reached the furthest sea and the highest mountain - were created... The songs that reached even the elven world... and further still... the world of the humans...

Because, thankfully for us, music has no boundaries, cannot be exiled, doesn't belong to anyone, cannot be incarcerated; on the contrary, it can travel freely and ceaselessly by word of mouth, it can be carried by the wind, the birds, the waves of the sea...

So, if, while swimming in the sea, you find yourselves thinking that you heard something, know that it's not your imagination. It's not the waves that are whispering to you... it's their melody. And if you ever reach the top of a mountain, it's not the wind that's whistling to you, but the songs of three little exiled elves that made their uniqueness music, so that you will remember...

That even in exile there is inspiration. Nobody can take what you are away from you and there will always be those who won't want to see and hear you. But, somewhere, there will, also, be those who you 'll accept the way they are, and who will accept you the way you are; those with whom you will be able to unite your truths and go, for a little or a long while, on a common, true course...