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Out of the darkness, there was first sound. Then, music illuminated the darkness with color and light. This light brought a room into view. It was a bar. Beautiful, filled with majestic mahogany wood and brass detailing.
It had all the trappings of finery and jovial frivolity. The floor was glittered with confetti and streamers laid over furniture. There were empty glasses and champagne bottles. There were masks, mostly in the shape of animals. They were simple and meant to only cover the face. The masks remained, but their occupants were discarded. No sign of who they once were, not even their echoes.
But it sat empty, except for a lone man at a piano. He played at those keys, proud and yet filled with a laid-back carelessness. His song played through the bar, it sounded full. It was nothing like the hollow echo of a song in an empty room.
The man, in the corner of the elegant bar, commanded attention. His presence was unsettling, if only because there was a feeling of something old about him. Very old. He was like a monolith of antiquity. His clothing reflected the current trends and fashions of the Snamreg, but there were things that seemed different about him.
To the observant eye, the differences were subtle. The cut of the jacket the man wore, it seemed Snamreg, but details were different. The man did not wear cufflinks of jeweled feathers. They were of a geometric design with a stone that had yet to be discovered. The colors were modest, no sign of the tribal patterns that decorated the edges of the Snamreg clothing. But modesty was not the same as cheap. The suit the man wore was finely made and with excellent materials.
He kept playing. Singing as he ignored the new visitor in his domain.
"Welcome to your life,
there's no turning back.
even while we sleep,
We will find you.
Acting on your best behavior,
turn your back on mother nature.
Every body wants to rule the world"
It had all the trappings of finery and jovial frivolity. The floor was glittered with confetti and streamers laid over furniture. There were empty glasses and champagne bottles. There were masks, mostly in the shape of animals. They were simple and meant to only cover the face. The masks remained, but their occupants were discarded. No sign of who they once were, not even their echoes.
But it sat empty, except for a lone man at a piano. He played at those keys, proud and yet filled with a laid-back carelessness. His song played through the bar, it sounded full. It was nothing like the hollow echo of a song in an empty room.
The man, in the corner of the elegant bar, commanded attention. His presence was unsettling, if only because there was a feeling of something old about him. Very old. He was like a monolith of antiquity. His clothing reflected the current trends and fashions of the Snamreg, but there were things that seemed different about him.
To the observant eye, the differences were subtle. The cut of the jacket the man wore, it seemed Snamreg, but details were different. The man did not wear cufflinks of jeweled feathers. They were of a geometric design with a stone that had yet to be discovered. The colors were modest, no sign of the tribal patterns that decorated the edges of the Snamreg clothing. But modesty was not the same as cheap. The suit the man wore was finely made and with excellent materials.
He kept playing. Singing as he ignored the new visitor in his domain.
"Welcome to your life,
there's no turning back.
even while we sleep,
We will find you.
Acting on your best behavior,
turn your back on mother nature.
Every body wants to rule the world"