π Crescendo Evermoon's Links
"The doctor and his wife are very kind... I'm thankful they are letting me stay here. I wish... I had more to offer them in return..."
"Even I don't have the power to undo what has happened to you... but, I wish that I did."
"Mrs. Ortensia... is such a kind and patient lady... she feels... almost like a mother to me..."
"Ohh, such a beautiful young girl! She reminds me of my sisters I miss so dearly."
"Sagi is so kind... he makes my heart happy! I look forward to his surprise visits... at my window. You can stop by for a nap anytime you'd like..."
"I really wasn't expecting to meet anyone when I sneaked into the clock tower for a nap. Cress is really kind and sweet! But sometimes she's so naive and gullible! Though I can't blame her, she seems lost, having no memory of her past."
"Mazara seems to be a troubled soul... my heart aches for him... I only hope that he can find some solace when he stops by to listen to my music..."
So hers was the song he'd been hearing in his dreams, all those nights he spent in recovery? The gentle strum of her harp, an angel's music drifting from the tower stairwell as he faded between waking and dreaming... it'd stuck with him, carrying him through the first restful sleep he'd had in months, the only constant in his peaceful (albeit feverish) slumber. On a far more lucid evening he found himself wandering up those spiral stairs, drawn in by the celestial siren song, curious to know whose music had haunted him so; sweaty, disheveled, shirt half-clinging to his body, he found her there with stardusted hands playing over the strings, her nightgown fluttering in the cool breeze. Who was she...?