A pome book, I guess.

Music

The music box that radiated from the closed room was all too familiar. The same music one would listen too with friends, years ago. It was a beautiful sound, beautiful and doomed. If sounded like the dirty lies of nostalgia, like remembering a home that you cannot go back to. A music that brought the smell of something you should have forgot in place of other things, but did not. It was simply there to remind you that, all this time, you have existed.

minecraft music.

enjoy your tears!