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In the depth of night, the sound of silence echoes through the desolate halls and chambers of eternity, void of movement, vacant of breath. Then suddenly without apology, a tone breaks through the veil, clamoring into the auditory abyss with such haste as beckons urgency.
What can it mean?
Soon, more follow, and before long a chorus of varying tones replace the chasm of silence. Life has invaded the realm of death; dust is shaken from the hearth by the vibrations of jubilee, and a vigorous flame is kindled beneath. Light dances mightily upon the walls where once only sullen shadowed dwelt, and a throng of harmonics swells within these chambers.
Warmth? What is warmth?
The frozen night had prevailed so long, all memory of warmth had faded into oblivion. Slowly flesh regains its color; stiffened muscles regain their elasticity, and joints their dexterity. A surge of life enters the lungs, and a blast of emotion breaks through the stony heart. Arteries and veins alike begin coursing with freshly animated blood, and the senses return to the mind.
I am alive at last. May the music never end.
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