[ Perhaps they are children - the creatures of the void who do not immediately seek to destroy all that they lay their tendrils on; thrust into a world that they do not understand, they learn much like human spawn.
Of course, his situation is a little different. He once inhabited a body that was much more human, before the void taint consumed him from within. What little he remembers of music is blackened by a pallid haze, as if he was watching someone else's life.
What does he hear? The sound of Mozart's voice, the tinkling of piano keys in his (slightly improved) imitation of what the Caster has played... and the song of the void echoing from his own deadened heart. ]
... I can copy what is shown to me.
[ Which is. Technically not inspiration, but he isn't sure of what else to say. ]
I have watched people sing. But I cannot sing myself.
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Of course, his situation is a little different. He once inhabited a body that was much more human, before the void taint consumed him from within. What little he remembers of music is blackened by a pallid haze, as if he was watching someone else's life.
What does he hear? The sound of Mozart's voice, the tinkling of piano keys in his (slightly improved) imitation of what the Caster has played... and the song of the void echoing from his own deadened heart. ]
... I can copy what is shown to me.
[ Which is. Technically not inspiration, but he isn't sure of what else to say. ]
I have watched people sing. But I cannot sing myself.