Taira was gently stirred awake by the sound of a soft and subtle music.
He slowly sat up in his bed and found the reason for the beautiful one of a kind tune.
Inadu was nestled beside candlelight, kneeling on the ground as she played from an unfamiliar instrument.
She didn't even notice him wake up as she continued to play.
Taira felt water running down his face and touched his cheek.
Much to his surprise, this time it was a tear, not Enyo's drool.
And suddenly, it was as if all of the lights in his brain were cut on and he was hit full force by a tidal wave of emotion.
This music was so sad.
It was thrilling and descriptive, rousing one to aspirations of personal highs only to inevitably drag them back down into their darkest lows.
And yet it was so soft and subtle that it almost gave off a creeping feeling. Like a wave of seasonal depression suddenly come to life.
