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~In awe of She~

Endless amounts of darkness all around. Back into obilivion again.
You've noticed, huh? You win the booby prize.
Something solid in hand. Also in the other hand as well. Something delicate. Something...wooden?
A light instantly brightens the stage. The blue violin in one hand and the fiddle in the other. What's going on here?
Time for you to be known.
What? But I'm more comfortable being me.
Shut up, you. We have company you know.
Where? I don't see them. All I see are empty chairs.
Right in front of you, you idiot.
Wait, wher- Oh.
It was her again. That elegant lady with the violin. Her eyes. They followed every movement in front of her.
Hmm. She was only on the station just now. What is she doing here?
It's just you and your desires.
But I never wanted to be here in the first place.
Well you are now, so deal with it. Don't ask me out for help.
The sound of her hands clapping. Her face bared a smile. And she mouthed the words but nothing came out. If only they had a body of sound to fall upon.
And the sound of an enormous audience filled the space with clapping. Wait, it wasn't clapping. There wasn't anyone else but her. It was white static again. There was a strong desire not to leave but fate has its way with matters like this.

Arrival on Platform 13 once again. The rush of people flood the space once more. And into the elevator as well.
Ground, one, two, three and more floors to reach sweet haven back at home. Home, is that what it is really?
It's just your place in life. Shouldn't question it.
Ding! The thirteen floor. A mad rush twoards the apartment door. Slam! The metal plate on the number '13' shudders with the impact.
Silence. All desire to run away dissipated. A sense of security filled the atmosphere. Home at last, until tomorrow comes.
Radio turned on. The fabled Legato and his many masterpieces - They brought the world joy. They brought tears. They brought feelings that may never come out of any one person normally. The favourite amongst other works of sound. But alas, he is not here anymore. For only his soul imprinted on these songs of late are what remains of him.
His melodies filled the whole home. The bathroom, the bedroom and the kitchen were all connected in some way. The smooth hums of the violins calmed the soul. The rhythms of the drums echoed out the will of the mind. The woodwinds gave grace to every body present. All this to feel alive.
All basic necessities were no longer important now. Being 'alive' was what mattered. Alive...
Yes, find yourself. Tonight may be the night.
Show me the way then.
If you wish, but there's no going back.
Go on.
Again for the infinite time, all awareness went out the door and everything faded. The last feeling was the sudden drop onto the bed. Rest in one world, a search for an answer in another.
What is that answer? Is it...