at first they think they hear a bird, an elusive call they can't place, and they will linger. lured by the trills (we create synthetic trills to saturate and confuse the senses) they edge nearer. until they are suddenly too close. then our full call in all it's majesty, piercing them and enflaming a fake love to drench all others! and then, we quickly pull away that new love, and they shall be like moths, searching for any glimmer, anything to nurture this new and fiery need we instilled in their hearts.