The greatest of the gifts before the fall of Idrilissia was the music of Mythillë. Ever it was the gift of she and all her descendents. It is said she first learned her song from the falls. The sweet water sang mighty and powerful upon the falls. Soft and gentle was its murmur as it wound throughout the hills. Flowers bloomed at its banks drawing in its song, breaking out in new harmonies. Sweet, yet intangible melodies emanated from their unfurled petals. All songs she learned and wove into her music. Sweet, were the words of her soft tongue, no minstrel in these mortal lands nor in the fallen ages could rival in the beauty of her voice. All things that grew were one with her and she sang their song.
Indeed, the song of Mythillë has not been lost and the echoes of it will find their way to the worlds of men. They feel the lost melody in the hearts and a longing for what they know not. Yet, naught will be revealed until the end of days when all Merryns shall take up the song and the hearts of those who ever listen for the sweet, intangible aria will find it at last. Sweet is the music of the falls of the seventh kingdom.