......^«/*                                          */«^......
.....^«/*£                                          £*/«^.....
....^«/*£@                                          @£*/«^....
...^«/*£@#                                          #@£*/«^...
..^«/*£@##                                          ##@£*/«^..
.^«/*£@###                    ££                    ###@£*/«^.
..^«/*£@##                  ££  ££                  ##@£*/«^..
...^«/*£@#                  £    £                  #@£*/«^...
....^«/*£@                  ££  ££                  @£*/«^....
.....^«/*£                    ££                    £*/«^.....
......^«/*                                          */«^......
.......^«/             # #«««««««««««# #            /«^.......
......^«/*     ## #  # # # 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.     @£*/«^....
...^«/*£@#                                          #@£*/«^...
..^«/*£@##                                          ##@£*/«^..
.^«/*£@###                                          ###@£*/«^.
..^«/*£@##                                          ##@£*/«^..
...^«/*£@#                                          #@£*/«^...
....^«/*£@                                          @£*/«^....