In this world, there is a sound, a well orchestrated number of keys, and with each keys stroke we dance to it, willingly, and without remorse. He does not slumber, does not fatigue, and as his genius rises, his fingertips grace the grand instrument.
He looks into the cosmos of his composition, the aligned stars and constellations unseen to the naked eye are his music notes
The sky, a grand sheet of everlasting expression. Without eye he peers into the sky, day and night, and rightfully hits the levers. The soft chords strike the keys, resulting in pure, uninhibited human emotion.
He plays your entire existences as forsaken in the vast heavens of the universe.
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The Lost Harmony
Short StoryOne day, just one day I wish i could play The waltz of our subconscious
