Elizabeth crossed her arms and listened, pondering the whole while. A new language, one that sparked something mystic and of the soul perhaps, or perhaps simply another world, either way it was not part of the illusions this place dreamed of.

When it ended she smiled broadly and clapped.

"Such raw emotion, like a soul bursting at the seams to escape the prison of reality. The language while not one I understand is quite beautiful. A song of triumph by the sound though, one that a soul that knows its place sings. Would you be willing to tell me the tale your soul sings?"