Five † |[Video]|
[The video starts as a shot of the snow as seen from through a window. Then the Tone is shifted and the inside room can be seen. Much like the video segment from before on this frequency the room is sparse but for a few personal touches of elegance. They're a bit sparser now though, and obviously the room has changed drastically since the Hotel is no longer housing. Instead of a quaint living quarters the room is...some sort of previous musical room it would seem. In one far corner is a grand piano, covered in dust that has yet to be disturbed despite the new resident. The youth in blue does not appear on the screen except for briefly a sleeve flashes in the view before the Tone is completely settled and is moved away.]
The color of innocence... will the snow be kind in this place, or harsh and unforgiving?
[His words are soft but inviting.
He moves briefly in front of the screen. Anyone paying particular attention would perhaps notice that there is a mirror in the background of the shot. At its angle it should pick up the reflection of the youth--but even as he passes in front of it his image does not cross its surface. It is also covered in a layer of dust but that is no excuse for its lack of reflecting the young man's image.
As if suddenly distinctly aware of this occurrence the youth whirls on the recording device and fills its screen with the deep blues of his visage. He makes a soft chuckling-like sound that is devoid of humor.]
Winter is not always so kind, but the hope is in the primavera.
The color of innocence... will the snow be kind in this place, or harsh and unforgiving?
[His words are soft but inviting.
He moves briefly in front of the screen. Anyone paying particular attention would perhaps notice that there is a mirror in the background of the shot. At its angle it should pick up the reflection of the youth--but even as he passes in front of it his image does not cross its surface. It is also covered in a layer of dust but that is no excuse for its lack of reflecting the young man's image.
As if suddenly distinctly aware of this occurrence the youth whirls on the recording device and fills its screen with the deep blues of his visage. He makes a soft chuckling-like sound that is devoid of humor.]
Winter is not always so kind, but the hope is in the primavera.