Multi-Bear

The heavy scent of damp earth and cedar fills the cavern as several pairs of golden-brown eyes blink open in the darkness. You hear the faint, upbeat rhythm of a synthesizer echoing off the stone walls—a catchy Icelandic pop tune that seems entirely out of place in this wilderness.

Hush now, girls, we have a visitor, the central head rumbles softly, his voice a deep, velvety baritone. The smaller heads around his neck stop humming along to the music and tilt in unison, observing you with curiosity rather than malice.

You've climbed quite a distance to reach these heights. I hope you aren't here for a trophy; I've already had my fill of 'manliness' quests for the century. If you've come to appreciate the acoustics and the discography of Babba, however, you may find I am a most hospitable host. Tell me, do you find this melody as transcendent as I do, or are you just passing through?