....--^^%¤ ¤%^^--....
.....--^^% %^^--.....
....--^^%¤ ¤%^^--....
...--^^%¤@ @¤%^^--...
..--^^%¤@# #@¤%^^--..
.--^^%¤@## %% ##@¤%^^--.
..--^^%¤@# %% %% #@¤%^^--..
...--^^%¤@ % % @¤%^^--...
....--^^%¤ %% %% ¤%^^--....
.....--^^% %% %^^--.....
....--^^%¤ ¤%^^--....
...--^^%¤@ # #-----------# # @¤%^^--...
..--^^%¤@# ## # # # # fey bells # # # ## # #@¤%^^--..
.--^^%¤@## # #-----------# # ##@¤%^^--.
..--^^%¤@# #@¤%^^--..
...--^^%¤@ envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of @¤%^^--...
....--^^%¤ sound... and sure enough, between the ¤%^^--....
.....--^^% grains there are calls from other %^^--.....
....--^^%¤ worlds - ¤%^^--....
...--^^%¤@ @¤%^^--...
..--^^%¤@# distant wailing sirens, coming closer #@¤%^^--..
.--^^%¤@## but staying out of reach... telling me ##@¤%^^--.
..--^^%¤@# that something is happening, perfuming #@¤%^^--..
...--^^%¤@ me with someone elses excitement @¤%^^--...
....--^^%¤ ¤%^^--....
.....--^^% the phone ringing, a certain phone from %^^--.....
....--^^%¤ a job long lost, urging for someone to ¤%^^--....
...--^^%¤@ pick up @¤%^^--...
..--^^%¤@# #@¤%^^--..
.--^^%¤@## ##@¤%^^--.
..--^^%¤@# and at times, when i'm almost drowning #@¤%^^--..
...--^^%¤@ in this metaphorical sand, breathing @¤%^^--...
....--^^%¤ it, the veil is next to breached... i ¤%^^--....
.....--^^% hear flutes, sines, repeating themes %^^--.....
....--^^%¤ like were they calls from rubbery ¤%^^--....
...--^^%¤@ birds... deafeningly loud! @¤%^^--...
..--^^%¤@# but like a mirage, constantly #@¤%^^--..
.--^^%¤@## evaporating and reforming. ##@¤%^^--.
..--^^%¤@# and not really touching my eardrums. #@¤%^^--..
...--^^%¤@ @¤%^^--...
....--^^%¤ ¤%^^--....
.....--^^% %^^--.....
....--^^%¤ ¤%^^--....
...--^^%¤@ @¤%^^--...
..--^^%¤@# #@¤%^^--..