machine translation!

The white star. She sings at high frequencies, in an unknown language (or maybe a known one, this is the language of the very essence, the truth, the reality not overshadowed and illuminated by minds, if one moment could express everything)
She has a harp made of carved stone in her hands, rays of light instead of strings, she sings constantly.
This character has degenerated from my very ancient idea, which has not developed into a setting, I will insert that message from below.

"I sang while I lit a match to warm up the food. My gaze caught on a purple line cutting the gray earth and sky in two. And for some reason I thought about the witch and the desert. I sang in the manner of church choral singing- it echoed loudly in the kitchen.
To be honest, a new universe exploded in my head like a star.
I wanted to come up with a world where there would be wandering wizards, witches, magicians. And all of them are accompanied by an individual piece of music suitable for them. The hat trimmed with bells rings heavily, but loudly with every step. Underfoot, the sand melts into rivers of glass and beats, cracks. One witch would sing like a church choir-with many voices. And she could change her looks to match her voice.
The energy would flow like sounds
Delightful, but very complex magic."