Carnelian J. Teaselthorn is a rather melancholy fellow. Not the usual sort found of his kind. Carnelian composes sad melodies for those dreams were never realized and thoughts never spoken. He plays for those who dare to dream and fail. Not so much to mourn, but to celebrate the path to a new beginnings. You can hear these wisps of melodies, nothing more than floating whispers, carried on the slight breezes of any brisk fall evening, while walking through any woodlands. Best heard between the twilight of dusk and the shadow of nightfall.