[Accidental Recording]

[caged_canaries]

[Again, she's singing Melodies of Life-- or at least the melody. As the sound of her voice tapers off into silence, waves are heard.]

There's little crabs in the sand.... They're everywhere. I've never seen so many.There are things I can't remember anymore; things I'm starting to forget.... The paintings hanging in the hallway of the castle ...

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[wanderingmonkey]

You might be a princess, but that's the voice of an angel.

Little details are little details. Big pictures are still there, right?

[caged_canaries]

Zidane...

Yeah, they're still there

[wanderingmonkey]

See, nothing to worry about. If you think about it long enough I'm sure it'll come to you... and if it doesn't, hey, nothing wrong with making stuff up, huh? We can laugh about how wrong we were when we get back there.

But seriously. It's a big ol' royal castle. Those always have the same kinda painting hung around, don't they?

[caged_canaries]

It was my home. You're insensitive sometimes.

[wanderingmonkey]

Yeah, I know. So chances are anything you make up's gonna be pretty close to the truth, anyway, right? We all remember something, deep down, about our homes. It's the sort of thing you can't really forget.