Play.

Prelude:

There she goes, they whisper. The wind whips in her hair. Shadows cling to her.

She fixes the villagers with a baleful stare. The few who meet her gaze cringe and look down quickly. They find that their unwashed feet are much more pleasant to look at than her eyes.

Opus:

“You’re untested,” said the Master. “You’re untried. You’re the wild card in the deck.”

The apprentice nods, hoping that his face doesn’t look as blank as his mind feels. A part of him grasps what his Master is saying; the other part hopes that he does indeed grasp it.

Nocturne:

He sits outside his house gate after his night jog, covered in a sheen of sweat. He gets lost in his musings and the starless sky, though his loss is occasionally interrupted by streaks of self-awareness. He wonders how he looks to the random passer-by. But no one passes by. So he continues to lose himself.

Finale:

They slip past quietly through the cracks of reality. 

She retires to her bed after a long day of work. She props herself up and makes the sign of the Cross. She prays herself to sleep.

They guard her dreams. 

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