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Got a beautiful prize for one of our Music Club friends. If you join in December or are already a member, you'll be entered into the draw for this original art piece by Rhydian. It's so clever. What a special piece ❤️
It's a really intricate hand cut design - all in paper & signed by Mr Davies. He's named it Cynnwrf. See the tale below.
A winner will be drawn at random on Dec 17th & announced during the airing of the show.
Whilst we make a new album, the Music Club will be the primary place to keep in touch & support us in early 2024. Look out for a new events calendar coming soon & we can't thank you enough for enjoying the MC.
Join today to enter the prize draw :
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In the depths of the cosmic wilderness, where stars danced and galaxies swirled, there was a lone space wolf named Cynnwrf. Cynnwrf was an enigma— a curious concoction of celestial energy and gritty determination. He had seen his fair share of cosmic battles, but the scars of the past still lingered, like distant echoes of dying stars.
One peculiar night, as he howled at a luminous moon, a silver coyote appeared before him. The coyote's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he spoke with a voice that seemed to echo across the universe.
"Hey, Cyn, long face again?!" the coyote asked.
Cynnwrf snorted, "Long face? I'm a wolf, pal. It's just how I look."
The coyote grinned, "Same difference, fy mrawd celestial. But I can tell there's more to it than meets the eye. You've got old wounds that still gnaw at your cosmic soul."
Cynnwrf's ears twitched. He wasn't one to wear his heart on his celestial fur, but something about the coyote's knowing gaze loosened his defenses.
"I've seen my fair share of battles out here, coyote. The astral clashes, the heartaches—it's all left scars I can't shake," Cynnwrf confessed.
The coyote nodded sagely, "Ah, the astral scars, my friend. They're like tattoos from the universe, telling the stories of our existence. But remember this—sometimes healing begins with a howl."
With those cryptic words, the coyote vanished, leaving Cynnwrf alone under the star-studded expanse. Confused but intrigued, Cynnwrf let out a howl that pierced through the dark silence. His howl echoed across the galaxies, resonating with the comets and nebulas.
As the bright night wore on, Cynnwrf found himself in the presence of a wise cosmic owl named Brathiad. With her silver feathers and celestial wisdom, Brathiad was like the moon herself.
"What's bothering you, young wolf?" Brathiad hooted.
Cynnwrf hesitated before pouring out his heart, revealing the battles he had fought and the wounds he had carried.
Brathiad blinked her moonlit eyes and hooted softly, "Wounds are the law of the cosmos, dear wolf. But the law also says that healing comes from within. Embrace your pain, for it makes you who you are. But don't let it define you. Howl at the cosmic winds, and let them carry your pain away."
Cynnwrf took Brathiad 's words to heart. He unleashed his cosmic howl once more, and this time, it was a symphony of all the battles he had fought and all the pain he had endured. As his howl reverberated through the cosmos, Cynnwrf felt a weight lifting off his celestial shoulders.
In that moment, he realized that healing wasn't about forgetting the past, but about finding strength in vulnerability. Each scar told a tale of resilience and survival, and he wore them like celestial badges of honor.
From that day on, Cynnwrf roamed the galaxies with a new sense of purpose. He embraced his past, but he didn't let it hold him back. He howled with the cosmic winds, embracing the pain and letting it transform into galactic stardust.
And so, the space wolf named Cynnwrf , with all his celestial scars and cosmic laughter, roamed the vast expanse, embodying the wisdom of the cosmos and the law of healing. For in the depths of the cosmic wilderness, he had found his own truth—Wolf's Law—a testament to the power of howling at the stars and letting the universe heal the wounds of the past.
