Chelsea Clay

Sean King

LifezVictory

Saramad Hill

English

It was only ten o'clock in the morning and she already knew that her Wednesday was going to be far from normal.

For one thing, there was a giant blue-green disk sitting 100 meters above her city. She also somehow had no clean pairs of matching socks. She wondered if she’d make it to lunch without a meltdown.

As she stared at the disk in the sky, her mismatched socks tickling her toes, it began to slowly rotate. As the disk spun on its axis, a beautiful, unearthly melody began to shake the very ground she stood upon. As if the disk were a record, and the world a gigantic phonograph.

The celestial arrangement fell upon the world like a resonant snow. All minds harmonized, everything suddenly 'made sense.' With every note: action. Every pause: silence. Life and Death were just the universe humming a lullaby for itself. She was never a Note, but an Instrument.

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