>> 6 {video | audio}
{Cue camera. A foggy, blurred view of a near-soulless street, the creature at the helm obviously high above. Several stories high. Maybe too many for the comfort of most.}
{There's no audio feed at first. Just a zoom of someone walking. No one remarkable-- a female in her twenties, knit scarf wrapped almost too tight around a fragile, gazelle neck, her movement brisk, the length of her burnt leather coat barely scraping the snow-dusted sidewalk. Her hair, bound in a careless twist, bounces with her step. Oh, but she looks cold!}
{The camera shuts off. Audio only now.}
I've seen so many memories, so many dreams from il popolo as of late. A strange thing. I'm not used to it, and happily, am not the only one. But I wonder.
{See the street again, a little closer this time. No zoom. It's obvious the wielder has moved downward. The woman from moments before fills your screen, focus struggling on her face. Blue eyes. She's licking her lips, soothing flesh chapped by frigid air.}
What do the people dream? I've seen a small portion. What do you dream all the time? What do you wonder? Remember?
What do you hide?
What does she hide?
{Black again. Static.}
{The feed continues in darkness, near-silence, for several minutes. If you're listening intently, you hear a heavy thud. A female speaking. A man speaking. A female speaking. A man speaking. The voices sound far away. Unrecognizable. Words as difficult to identify as the speakers themselves. Then silence. Absolute silence.}
{There's a sound-- dead weight slammed against something hard, unyielding, like a sack of oranges crushed fast against a brick wall.}
{More minutes. More minutes pass until a visual feed returns, focus on the sidewalk. Ground level, now. The Forge is shaky, audio catching a breath barely catching itself. Rasping. Excited.}
...
How embarrassing... ! What a fall we've both taken...
Back to the topic? I miei amici, what do we all hide? Horrid things, for some. Maybe our lives didn't quite go how we intended? From what I've seen and heard these past few days, this seems to be the common bond.
So I have a question for you all. Would you change the lives you've led? Would you change anything about them? Any trauma, any error. Any loss? Or would you resign yourself to the notion of "life experience"? Do you believe all experiences are detrimental to your personal growth, or are there experiences you believe you could have lived without? What would you erase, and happily forget?
Don't mind me. I'm simply curious.
{There's no audio feed at first. Just a zoom of someone walking. No one remarkable-- a female in her twenties, knit scarf wrapped almost too tight around a fragile, gazelle neck, her movement brisk, the length of her burnt leather coat barely scraping the snow-dusted sidewalk. Her hair, bound in a careless twist, bounces with her step. Oh, but she looks cold!}
{The camera shuts off. Audio only now.}
I've seen so many memories, so many dreams from il popolo as of late. A strange thing. I'm not used to it, and happily, am not the only one. But I wonder.
{See the street again, a little closer this time. No zoom. It's obvious the wielder has moved downward. The woman from moments before fills your screen, focus struggling on her face. Blue eyes. She's licking her lips, soothing flesh chapped by frigid air.}
What do the people dream? I've seen a small portion. What do you dream all the time? What do you wonder? Remember?
What do you hide?
What does she hide?
{Black again. Static.}
{The feed continues in darkness, near-silence, for several minutes. If you're listening intently, you hear a heavy thud. A female speaking. A man speaking. A female speaking. A man speaking. The voices sound far away. Unrecognizable. Words as difficult to identify as the speakers themselves. Then silence. Absolute silence.}
{There's a sound-- dead weight slammed against something hard, unyielding, like a sack of oranges crushed fast against a brick wall.}
{More minutes. More minutes pass until a visual feed returns, focus on the sidewalk. Ground level, now. The Forge is shaky, audio catching a breath barely catching itself. Rasping. Excited.}
...
How embarrassing... ! What a fall we've both taken...
Back to the topic? I miei amici, what do we all hide? Horrid things, for some. Maybe our lives didn't quite go how we intended? From what I've seen and heard these past few days, this seems to be the common bond.
So I have a question for you all. Would you change the lives you've led? Would you change anything about them? Any trauma, any error. Any loss? Or would you resign yourself to the notion of "life experience"? Do you believe all experiences are detrimental to your personal growth, or are there experiences you believe you could have lived without? What would you erase, and happily forget?
Don't mind me. I'm simply curious.