The Orchestra Umbral

I have been shaped and sculpted like clay by hands from afar, and now I have been taken. I have become a creature of bone and smoke in the darkest shadows of the Mansus beneath the tree. I have sunk below, to where there is no light but the Glory that is not light and no life but that which will not end, and it is here that, conducted by this shadow and distantly by its master, I will create far beyond what I ever could have. My body is nonexistent, and was only ever a shell for my mind. I will not grow old, and I will not leave this place.