[VOICE]

[chiropterans]

[The cello plays quietly some distance from the receiver for a long time. It's a fluid, melancholy piece, perhaps evocative of feelings of nostalgia or mystery for the listener. In a strange way, it suits the changing season well. The tempo and tone pick up gradually and gradually, gaining energy, until finally--they drop to nothing

Comments

[dual_haematic]

....

Haji.

[chiropterans]

...Asellus.

[dual_haematic]

You're still here then.

.....Is Saya...?

[chiropterans]

Sellz!

[dual_haematic]

You're still here, too?

It's a mixed blessing. But I'm glad someone here that I knew well remembers me.