Commandant and his Constructs [PGR]

Chapter 22.5

The soothing rhythms of the violin rang through his ears. He hears as the strings of the violin are strum with the violin bow. As the music continues, he rests with all stress and thoughts slowly leaving his body.

It's as if the music itself led him into a trance-like state. His worries passed on, anxiety disregarding itself from within, meaningless thoughts that clouded his mind as the day went on.

The violin continues releasing a beautiful tone. It was hard to describe it, but one thing that stood out from the tone was how quiet yet loud it was. The perfect frequency waves that didn't hurt the ears, nor made it hard to listen. With the right frequency, he heard the tone that for some reason, personifies itself as peace itself.

That's the tone. Peaceful. And within that tone tells a tale. The tale of war and peace, without vocalizing, for some reason he can hear the tale that is full of naivety. The tale is a famous one known throughout Babylonia, many who know of this tale praise and adore the writer. The one whose future was sure to bloom.

It was hypnotizing how mere frequency waves that the ears picked up can hear such sounds. It's amazing how people can do so much and change the frequency waves into something... unique and beautiful.

Selena played her violin with a smile on her face. She stood in front of the Commandant, holding her violin firmly against her shoulder, and using her violin bow to strum against the strings of the instrument. From her closed eyes, she visualized herself all alone, in a tide of pure red, drowning as in her mechanical body that used to be human, now battered and scrapped, limbs that she tried to move that aren't there.

She slowed down as the tone shifted, falling into a heavy atmosphere. The tone yelled... "Loneliness, sorrow, grief, isolation, dread." It was pure despair. That's what anyone who listened to her play right now would say. Such a melancholy tone would bring the mood of anyone to grief.

The scenery changed in front of her after a while. In that puddle with her body that was slowly drowning, the eyes opened, devoid of light as all hope is but lost. Despair slowly eats and eats her away. Her body slowly sinks into the tide of red, falling into the red abyss with nobody to help her.

She wants to scream, "Help!", "Someone save me!", "I have to report back to Babylonia!" But her voice won't come out. She does not know for how long she's suffered, she doesn't know for how long she's been alone, abandoned, forgotten. The memories of her past are simply ghosts of the past, yet she can't help but still want to report back to Babylonia...

She sinks further down into the tide that never ends, the light in the tide of crimson dims, and slowly everything becomes darker and darker as she falls into the abyss, where the light could not reach.

All hope is lost for her...

But then...

He appeared.

The tone of the violin shifted from the slow and agonizing despair to a more high-pitched and hopeful noise. The violin strings are strummed with intensity and pure devotional passion.

From her eyes that stared blankly as she sunk into the depths of the red tide, the sound of a muffled splash was heard. Her ears could signal the sound of the splashing, everything around her was but utter silence, as if she was deaf.

But...

Her ears picked up just a stitch, a voice called out to her. It was muffled, she cannot hear what the voice is trying to say. As she sinks further, that's when her eyes widened.

The voice that was at a faraway distance slowly and slowly became louder. Although still muffled, it was closer. From the darkness in her vision, that's when she saw a hand above her. It looked masculine, but also soft, trying to grasp her. Reach out to her. Desperately, it tried to reach out.