Music

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Music never truly ends, we just stop listening.

It is alive. What we hear are only its echoes.

The gnarliest, heaviest sounds with the sharpest edges, are merely the teeth of this creature. An organism, with wings fluttering like the melody of a harp, and hooves that dance to the beat of the war drum.

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