it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
There are three human-shaped things hanging out in the Kashtta today, two of whom are actually human. The other is an angel. (Mostly.)
Kenzie is curled against the corner of one of the lounge's couches, looking positively forlorn. She's fidgeting with a purple and blue yo-yo, twisting the string between her fingers and eventually, abruptly, breaking into a fit of tears. The toy belonged to her friend Maggie, her very best friend, back home; when she discovered it in the pocket of the jacket she had on when she arrived, she didn't know what to do with it. "Play with it, stupid." That's what Maggie would have said.
Instead, she finds herself clutching the object to her chest, string knotted around her knuckles, sobbing against a pillow.
Dan is in the piano room. He's currently working his way through Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It sounds slow, and sad, and he thinks it's fitting for the way he feels.
It seems he's forgotten that the music played in this room of the Kashtta floats throughout the tower.
Fletcher is in one of the auditoriums, on the stage, reading aloud.
Some may recognize it as Shakespeare. Others, more well-versed in literature, will recognize it as Macbeth.
Kenzie is curled against the corner of one of the lounge's couches, looking positively forlorn. She's fidgeting with a purple and blue yo-yo, twisting the string between her fingers and eventually, abruptly, breaking into a fit of tears. The toy belonged to her friend Maggie, her very best friend, back home; when she discovered it in the pocket of the jacket she had on when she arrived, she didn't know what to do with it. "Play with it, stupid." That's what Maggie would have said.
Instead, she finds herself clutching the object to her chest, string knotted around her knuckles, sobbing against a pillow.
Dan is in the piano room. He's currently working his way through Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It sounds slow, and sad, and he thinks it's fitting for the way he feels.
It seems he's forgotten that the music played in this room of the Kashtta floats throughout the tower.
Fletcher is in one of the auditoriums, on the stage, reading aloud.
Some may recognize it as Shakespeare. Others, more well-versed in literature, will recognize it as Macbeth.