004.th fragment [ACTION + VOICE]
[ Early in the morning after the rain, Aether's journal finds itself laying on the root of a large tree. It must be the lack of balance that let it open wide like this and offer everyone in Luceti a look of the morning forest after the rain. A few droplets of water have fallen on the paper, creating small spots of distortion on the otherwise clear image.
Aether himself is standing a few steps away - because of the angle of the journal, one can only see him from the back. His hair is a little wet and the scales on the sides of his neck are shimmering softly, clearly content with the still moist air.
One of his hands is raised, with the palm of his hand pointing toward the sky. It almost feels like he's trying to catch something... ]
Beautiful, is it not? Back in Dead End, my garden had a similar melody... haunting and sublime.
[ He pauses for a moment. Somehow, it doesn't feel like he's talking to the journal. ]
You would not understand this nostalgic feeling, would you? Because you are just a phantom haunting my footsteps.
[ Another pause, longer this time. He cocks his head back and peers toward the sky, as if in expectation of something. A deep sigh, and he finally concludes. ]
'tis good weather today. Perhaps, I shall be able to practice my song.
Aether himself is standing a few steps away - because of the angle of the journal, one can only see him from the back. His hair is a little wet and the scales on the sides of his neck are shimmering softly, clearly content with the still moist air.
One of his hands is raised, with the palm of his hand pointing toward the sky. It almost feels like he's trying to catch something... ]
Beautiful, is it not? Back in Dead End, my garden had a similar melody... haunting and sublime.
[ He pauses for a moment. Somehow, it doesn't feel like he's talking to the journal. ]
You would not understand this nostalgic feeling, would you? Because you are just a phantom haunting my footsteps.
[ Another pause, longer this time. He cocks his head back and peers toward the sky, as if in expectation of something. A deep sigh, and he finally concludes. ]
'tis good weather today. Perhaps, I shall be able to practice my song.