[ Is it strange to look at a Voided entity and be reminded of a child? Maybe it's the methodical seriousness with which Ain tackles the task, but it makes Mozart heave a soft, semi-exasperated chuckle. ]

Hmm, not bad. A little louder towards the end, if you'd please.

[ He plays the notes again. This time with deliberately exaggerated emotion, and a vocal accompaniment— a gentle, playful hum. ]

You might not know anything about music, but you've heard sounds, haven't you? Crescendos and pianissimos, heartbeats in andante. The one-two pound of footsteps in allegro— have you ever been inspired?