Intimate acoustic ballad in the style of a 17th‑century tavern song. Warm, rustic instruments: lute, fiddle, wooden flute, and a soft hand drum. The vocal is a deep, worn — like a tired storyteller singing by the fire. The arrangement is sparse and live, with a slight room ambience, as if recorded in a candlelit hall. The mood is melancholic, mysterious, and ghostly, with a subtle folkloric, old‑world charm. No modern instruments. No polish. Just wood, gut strings, and breath.