Voice Post

[beyondback_up]

-Recording. There is a soft scuffling, the lightest hints of someone behind the terminal. A breathy noise, maybe a laugh or exhale, and footsteps coming closer-

So.. so - could it?

-The breathy sound is more discernible as a laugh, though barely.-

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

-There is a pause, a crashing sound and then a moment of silence before the voice starts up again, as sing song as it had been earlier.

So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

... Where are you Vergil? Ae-qui-tas.