III. audio

[aslandish]

[For those who tune into the network in the early hours of the morning, there is a Song being sung. It is music without words, soft but growing in strength as the sun begins its ascent. The sound rises and falls like water upon the sand, and there's Power to it, a warmth that transcends the light of the sun that is both beautiful and terrible all

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[makeumypet]

[Amy wasn't feeling all too well after talking with Ciel. Hearing this Song, though it gave her some kind of strange comfort...]

Thank you for this.

[audio]

[aslandish]

[Then his work here is done.]

You're welcome.

[reaction]

[makeumypet]

[So, for once, after many weeks, Amy is able to fall asleep peacefully.]

[video forever oh dear]

[alapimp]

[ Slamming his NV off his bedside table, Sousuke refuses to pay the noise any attention or acknowledge how enticing it sounds. The fact his alarm cut straight to the main network and revealed that is more than he cares to listen to at - God, what time is it - before any sane hour, anyway.

Unfortunately, the Video option is smacked on as well, revealing a lovely view from the floor of Sousuke with a hand over his face in bed. TRYING TO SLEEP. ]

[audio forever muwahaha]

[aslandish]

[Aslan claims no responsibility for anyone who leaves their NV on and will not be deterred from his Song because of that lovely view. He'll finish when it's time and deal with any complaints that come of it later.]

[alapimp]

[ Leans over the bed, switching off the feed. Around half an hour later, he flicks it on and peers at Aslan, hoping he's silenced himself. ]

[aslandish]

[He has. The only thing coming through on his end now is wind rustling through the trees. He's off in the woods somewhere but currently silent.]

video;

[walkthedawn]

[He doesn't need to be on the network to sense the change in the air. He turns it on and actually smiles, enjoying the sound. It's calming and something he's needed from the past few days.]

audio/video

[aslandish]

[He finishes in due time, letting the Song taper off as you do. The video flickers on then, and there he is in the woods.

Good morning, adopted son.]

audio/video

[walkthedawn]

[Morning, dad.]

A song in the silence, without words. That was really nice.

video!

[aslandish]

[How are you, son?]

A Song of Beginnings.

The advent of the morning brings its own kind of renewal.

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus has trouble sleeping on his off-nights, so usually he just stays up till dawn doing work...

But when he hears this, (a sound to him that distinctly brings the Monad Proxy to mind- or more accurately his second Real, whom he hasn't thought of in some time) he's almost sure he's either dozed off or hallucinated it.

But it's still there, then he turns over and replays the NV recording, mysterious and powerful and unearthly, and it makes the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end. Not entirely unpleasantly, either.

So he's wary, curious, awed when he taps on his microphone to respond.]

Hello? What is that?

[aslandish]

A Song of Beginnings.

[gaveherwings]

[Not quite humming, and something ethereal- it's bewildering enough, still, that there are great sentient beasts capable of speech in this world, but when they're capable of producing melodies that sound surreal in their beauty...]

I don't understand it.

[The doctor murmurs, more to himself, transfixed. Normally he'd wave off music over the network, but there's something in this altogether different.

He's worked intimately before with the divine, trying to quantify and calculate the mysteries of it's existence through elegant, delicate windings of protein strands and they way they divide into new life. Hearing this, it's like the same instinctive tug of wonder, and that's startling.]

[aslandish]

To quantify creation is not so easily done.

[madeinoblivion]

A song for the dawn, huh.

[aslandish]

For the dawn and Beginnings.

[madeinoblivion]

Beginnings of what, just the day? Or is today something important?

[aslandish]

The day and what people make of it.