Something that just struck me...
Sometimes a piece of music can hit you just right, that causes images to form before your very eyes - even against your will. Sometimes those images need to find life, and you need to let them out however you can... This is one such event. Far from complete (and I doubt it will ever get that way) I am just tossing this out there for general consumption - if any be interested.
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She sat on the floor, her new present laying there in front of her. The brass and wood of the music box polished to a high gleam, deep and rich in the flickering lights of her room. Orissa, her bright blue eyes shining in delight and casting their own gleam across the polish of the music box, slowly lifted the lid showing within the depths not only the clockwork that would play the music, but nestled in its holding place, the crank to turn the clockwork. Carefully Orissa lifted the handle out from inside and gingerly closed the box. Across the top, she could see into the oval of the misty glass and if she looked hard enough, it seemed she could see the figures that would dance for her amusement.
Setting the crank in place, Orissa started to turn it, gingerly at first but gaining force as she set the clockwork in motion. Staring at the lid, the mists within the glass started to swirl and take shape. While she sat there, it wasn’t the mists that were swirling, but her room turning about her with each turn of the crank. The dark paneling of her room spinning about, blurring with the color of the brass of the steam pipes, the glow of the gas torches and the fabric of her wall hangings. But Orissa only noticed it out of the corner of her eyes, as they were locked and staring intently at the music box.
The music started to grow and swell in intensity, filling her ears; it was much more than just the plinking of the tiny spines against the disk, but instead something richer and more intense. There were layers and variations deep within the music that built to a crescendo, grabbing a hold of her mind and pulling her deeper within the glass window. Orissa stared in disbelief as the window started to seem so much deeper than before, and the deeper she looks the more figures she sees dancing deep inside the mists - hundreds, thousands, millions that seem to grow out from nowhere, springing into existence as she turns the handle to create the music. But as she passes through the depths of the mists, she notices the world they are dancing upon. Lush and green - so much more vibrant than the house and world she knows, and the more she looks at this world, the more it seems that the sounds from this place make their presence known within the music. Looking to the left and right, she can see the figures closer. Their eyes and expressions shift as they dance along to her tune; some run into others and clear expressions of joy and happiness appear; others bump into each other and suddenly anger, hatred and loathing appear on their faces. Once in a while, when two figures with these expressions appear, one will disappear from the dance suddenly, just like one appearing out of the mists when two meet with happiness in their eyes.
For those interested or curious about the music that spawned this short, and semi-aborted work, check out Infinite Legends from the 2 Steps From Hell production company.