#£%†-.¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨.-†%£#
##£%†-.¨¨¨ ¨¨¨.-†%£##
###£%†-.¨¨ ¨¨.-†%£###
####£%†-.¨ ¨.-†%£####
###£%†-.¨¨ ¨¨.-†%£###
##£%†-.¨¨¨ ££ ¨¨¨.-†%£##
#£%†-.¨¨¨¨ ££ ££ ¨¨¨¨.-†%£#
£%†-.¨¨¨¨¨ £ £ ¨¨¨¨¨.-†%£
%†-.¨¨¨¨¨¨ ££ ££ ¨¨¨¨¨¨.-†%
†-.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ££ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.-†
-.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.-
.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ # #-----------# # ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ## # # # # 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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.
-.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.-