The Gineeren Chronicles

While it is not a rare event, when the Genegier Ni enter the Temple of Gineeren to pay homage to the Tracties, word spreads very quickly. Saying not a word, with the royal guard seated beside them, they sit motionless as crowds gather to gain a close up view of what they consider a divine and holy presence.  
An eerie silence fills the air, the crowds remains ever careful not to disturb the peaceful observance of souls passed. 
Each time, a peculiar event takes place, still with little explanation to be found. It begins when a single tear is shed, leaving the cheek of an anonymous onlooker, softly crashing to the cold tile floor. The sound echos across each wall of the temple. It is all that is needed for the release of tears and emotions to start pouring out of all who hear it, signaled by it's familiar tune. Not long after, there isn't a single attendee left with a dry face, as it spreads like a grieving contagion throughout the temple.  
Some cry for joy, some cry for sadness, many cry from simply being in the presence of the Genegier Ni. 
They who keep composure, remain silent and still. Royal cadence, strength and honor fulfilled.