thirteen {audio
...There was a man who took up residence here, but it seems he's gone elsewhere now. [Sheik's voice is soft, pensive, perhaps a little distracted. There's little noise in the background, apart from the occasional creak of a floorboard.]
Most of us come from worlds with some set path, with boundaries and walls. It might not feel like it, but there's consistency in that. But in this...
[He might be smiling, he might be frowning. The inflection in his tone is so subtle, it's difficult to tell.]
Well, you can't really rely on anything, can you? Even constants can be ripped from your hands...
[The sound of his footfalls, hushed though it was, comes to a stop as he sits down. A thoughtful silence, and then music starts - not that from the lyre, but the sound of a piano, soft but crystal clear. The song is sweet and gentle and a little repetitive, like an etude of some kind, a practise piece. It continues for a minute or two before fading off into silence, and then the recording is cut.]
Most of us come from worlds with some set path, with boundaries and walls. It might not feel like it, but there's consistency in that. But in this...
[He might be smiling, he might be frowning. The inflection in his tone is so subtle, it's difficult to tell.]
Well, you can't really rely on anything, can you? Even constants can be ripped from your hands...
[The sound of his footfalls, hushed though it was, comes to a stop as he sits down. A thoughtful silence, and then music starts - not that from the lyre, but the sound of a piano, soft but crystal clear. The song is sweet and gentle and a little repetitive, like an etude of some kind, a practise piece. It continues for a minute or two before fading off into silence, and then the recording is cut.]