→ Ninth Verse

[ruhmsuchtig]

[Kantilen's on the second level, practicing his guitar. Well, he's sort of on the second level, as his mind wanders.. possibly trying to write a new song. Possibly. Not having much luck, either. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. And then.. there's music. And he doesn't even realize he's singing as he's half strumming along.]

♪ Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for,
Just a stretch of mortal time?
For some God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day.. ♪

[He stops, blinks, and snorts.] How appropriate.