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[On the screen for all to see is naught but darkness for a long moment. In the background footsteps are heard scuffling along the floorboards until suddenly a hand comes into view, the wrist of which is wrapped in lace. The image goes blurry as the device is lifted from the floor and is gently set onto the music rack of a piano thus showing off a much higher point of view than the floor had to offer, vague light coming into the area through some windows.]
‘Use me.’ [The voice that speaks is deep and yet gentle in its tone.] Ah, but for what precisely are you meant to be used for, little trinket?
[The video continues recording ever onward as the young man whom the voice belonged to steps into view, his unrealistic blue hair catching a bit of light as he glances around the room he’s found himself in. After a long moment of silence, he begins to chuckle ever so lightly.]
And so this is what I find by leaving all of you?
I have gone simply from one dream to the next, it seems. There is no hope for me finding my true reality anymore, is there? Unless this is what my true reality has become. If that were the case… [His voice trails off and he turns to look at the little device he’s picked up.] …then I have to hope that my journey’s end was how I made it to be and not just another fantasy to have fallen into. That is what I choose to believe.
What great irony. [He moves to sit down, the video continuing to hold its attention onto him, although he is now much closer in view than before.] If this is truly the method that I chose to arrive here, wherever ‘here’ may well be, then it is likely that my choice ended with what I can only assume is my soul finding it’s peace as I hoped.
[For a moment he’s silent, then in a quiet voice he speaks only once more.] This seems a fitting piece.
[Suddenly the microphone picks up the sound of a slow and yet sad melody as he begins to play the piano that he’s found himself sitting in front of; a work of his own composition that is most commonly know to all as the ‘funeral march.’]
‘Use me.’ [The voice that speaks is deep and yet gentle in its tone.] Ah, but for what precisely are you meant to be used for, little trinket?
[The video continues recording ever onward as the young man whom the voice belonged to steps into view, his unrealistic blue hair catching a bit of light as he glances around the room he’s found himself in. After a long moment of silence, he begins to chuckle ever so lightly.]
And so this is what I find by leaving all of you?
I have gone simply from one dream to the next, it seems. There is no hope for me finding my true reality anymore, is there? Unless this is what my true reality has become. If that were the case… [His voice trails off and he turns to look at the little device he’s picked up.] …then I have to hope that my journey’s end was how I made it to be and not just another fantasy to have fallen into. That is what I choose to believe.
What great irony. [He moves to sit down, the video continuing to hold its attention onto him, although he is now much closer in view than before.] If this is truly the method that I chose to arrive here, wherever ‘here’ may well be, then it is likely that my choice ended with what I can only assume is my soul finding it’s peace as I hoped.
[For a moment he’s silent, then in a quiet voice he speaks only once more.] This seems a fitting piece.
[Suddenly the microphone picks up the sound of a slow and yet sad melody as he begins to play the piano that he’s found himself sitting in front of; a work of his own composition that is most commonly know to all as the ‘funeral march.’]