A guitar's melodic tone of artistic noise echoed for another sound, making itself clear of it's clarity of an instrument. String by string, beautiful rhythmic music passes through the blatant and poisoned air of the cursed death hogging cave.

Melodies of unknown artistic qualities made itself known one way through the other, realizing it's impenetrable importance that can never changed.

One cord to the other, booming remnants of relativity moves freely, carrying it's impeccable degree of music. Not leaving any spots unvisited, it washes over the darkness with it's most precious friend of hearing. Sound.

Seconds pass, quickly turning into minutes, savoring it's last breath before it's ending. A thud was heard, then follows a wooden echo of the floor.

Not one single soul ever discovered the 'Hero of Music', its ending, and its bewitching music. What followed after, well, that is a story-

For another time.

(Sorry if there's some grammatical errors to this chapter or the other chapters, I just copied and pasted it from my work in another folder, so I don't really have the time to rewrite it- or so I'd like to say, but I'm just lazy little shit. Oh, and the first Volume are work that I did back then, Volume 2 is where I actually write at present.) 🙏