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Why can't the sound stop? Every step i take, the notes - vibrations under my feet, every step i take quaking with that utterly ridiculous, annoying noise. A trail of cacophony and rebellion for me.
Who knew when it even started?
When i was young, i had the most particular aliment, though they said it was a blessing. Every step i took built a prophecy in song. A certain delicate ringing of sound was pleasant to other's ears. They called me the saintess of music, instead I'm like a music box, first time it sounds dreamy and endearing, second time it starts to become an annoyance, third time? The line between music and noise blurs. And the many other times it becomes a curse. I shall never walk anymore