[ The Foreigner closes his eye, grey lashes shimmering with an unnatural, almost plastic sheen. Mozart is willing to wait for him, which makes it easer to sift through his memories and find a shard of an answer.
He sees the trees of Elysion, the chorus of a whole village of robots, singing towards the newly-rising sun; the voices of people whose faces he can no longer see, laughing and fading into the warmth of a noonday spring. Then the glitter of Elrianode itself, a city whose sky was bisected cleanly in half by day and night. He had watched as 「 they 」walked towards the light, and found himself unable to follow them.
Even before he manifested, someone had signed his existence away for him. ]
... I did.
[ Once upon a time, he had a wish that he too could be human like them. ]
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He sees the trees of Elysion, the chorus of a whole village of robots, singing towards the newly-rising sun; the voices of people whose faces he can no longer see, laughing and fading into the warmth of a noonday spring. Then the glitter of Elrianode itself, a city whose sky was bisected cleanly in half by day and night. He had watched as 「 they 」walked towards the light, and found himself unable to follow them.
Even before he manifested, someone had signed his existence away for him. ]
... I did.
[ Once upon a time, he had a wish that he too could be human like them. ]