[Hmm. A tape recorder, how curious...] >pick it up [It has writing, and looking closer at the smudged ink it reads...] -Statement of Odekit, regarding the de@th of it's sister- [There is also a little spiral mark included] >play it [Distorted music plays, though of what type you cannot quote place....] <voice distorted at first, slightly glitchy static plays> I stand above something that shouldn't be true. Because she was here yesterday, of course. Laughing and complaining and bounding around. But then she left, disappeared. Only to be dragged back a day later, cold, and unmoving. But that can't be true, she was here just yesterday. "...What?" my voice is small, quavering, and the blue-gray pelt of my father bristles. His next response is rough, and true. But I can't believe it. She was here just yesterday... and now she's not.
RIP Elegykit you were great while you lasted. Also Piano /please/ stop feeding your children to the rolling project. PLEASE /lh
