[The rabbit sits back on their haunches. If there would ever be a cue to draw up their great, heavy tome and card through the pages, one might assume it would be now.]

[But they don't.]

It is an old tale, from a people not of this land. It is better when properly told, but...it pertains to a gifted musician who lost someone he loved very dearly, and struck a deal with the gods on the other side of the abyss who ruled over the dead. They would allow him to return to the world of the living with his love, on one condition:

That when he would let her follow him out of the depths of hell, he not, under any circumstances, look back. He would simply have to have faith that she would follow.

[...it is, however, a tragedy.]

[It does not end kindly for either of them.]