[ The song flows on, melody dipping in and out of itself; twisting in a manner that only the void would be capable of. Unhooked from time, disregarding of time, contrasting strains weaving into each other to form a stream of impressions that press down on Mozart from all directions. Lucky that they are the only ones in this room; Ain is careful to restrict the song so that it would not hurt anyone who was not meant to receive it.
He sees a flower of pure white, floating within a glass orb and pressed into the hands of a red-haired youth; the smile of a lady with pointed ears as she pats the head of a girl in purple. A man leans against a tree in the distance, his distinctively mechanical arm lying in the grass as he speaks with a younger girl and her fox companion. Then comes a youth who looked no older than their Master, trying to calm down a boy with a rowdy shock of white hair. One thing united them in their separate scenes - they were happy, and that there had been a small, lingering orb of light watching them.
Shadowy hands grasp at the song, eventually washing vivid impressions into a black tide. The abyss deepens, a fog that drowns out all thought. And yet... pinpoints of light flicker in the darkness, blinking briefly into existence before winking out.
「 Even at the end of the abyss... you can see stars. 」
Not his, of course. They are out of reach, but they exist nevertheless. And perhaps... this is all he could ever have.
Should Mozart drag his perception back from the fading requiem, he would find that Ain had gone completely still. Eyes appear all over his body, though they carry only a half-lidded appearance. No piercing gaze, no mist spurting from gaps torn into reality - none of that at all. ]
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He sees a flower of pure white, floating within a glass orb and pressed into the hands of a red-haired youth; the smile of a lady with pointed ears as she pats the head of a girl in purple. A man leans against a tree in the distance, his distinctively mechanical arm lying in the grass as he speaks with a younger girl and her fox companion. Then comes a youth who looked no older than their Master, trying to calm down a boy with a rowdy shock of white hair. One thing united them in their separate scenes - they were happy, and that there had been a small, lingering orb of light watching them.
Shadowy hands grasp at the song, eventually washing vivid impressions into a black tide. The abyss deepens, a fog that drowns out all thought. And yet... pinpoints of light flicker in the darkness, blinking briefly into existence before winking out.
「 Even at the end of the abyss... you can see stars. 」
Not his, of course. They are out of reach, but they exist nevertheless. And perhaps... this is all he could ever have.
Should Mozart drag his perception back from the fading requiem, he would find that Ain had gone completely still. Eyes appear all over his body, though they carry only a half-lidded appearance. No piercing gaze, no mist spurting from gaps torn into reality - none of that at all. ]