Perhaps...

[ginnezu_notes]

It's a slow thing that creeps upon you before you can realize it is there; soft and almost sensual as it caresses your senses, more than just the quiet sound that surrounds you, less than you might expect of such sure and serene music. You can barely discern it from the background noise of the world, and you can't pinpoint when it might have begun

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[ginnezu_notes]

His presence is yet noted, for even should he make no more, no sound, his presence is enough to disrupt that flow of melody out to the world beyond. The music must move around that form, to reach those it seeks, and that is enough that when those eyes open, they are trained on that identical form, as if there had been no doubt of where he was. If there is surprise in those eyes... it does not show. How can he be surprised to see such a familiar sight, one that he knows so very, very well. No, there is no surprise, only a wariness that lies in the tightened corners of his lips, and the slightest furrow of his brow.

"You are..."

[ginnezu_notes]

The truth may not be denied, and he would not think to even if it could. His goal now is truth, to reveal it to those who may not see, to those who deny, and so he will not allow such futile thoughts within his mind. So he accepts the truth that his senses lead him to. It is not the who that must now be ascertained, but the how, and perhaps... the reason.

"How has this come to be?"

[ginnezu_notes]

Nexus... A connection, a link, that perhaps may lead to other places, other worlds, even as the music he lives and breathes may. A thing that may take one to places you have never seen, have never imagined, and perhaps never could. The thought is an intriguing one that rolls around his mind... There may be many uses for such a thing...

"I see. You are from this... nexus."