Eratheros Aiseki
Why does the moon shine brightest at noon?
Dante sat on the couch, listening to the otherworldly music. It was both eerie and beautiful at the same time, calling to him. He walked to the bedroom and leaned against the doorway, watching Naomi sitting on the edge of the bed and staring out the window. The music seemed to him mysterious, and yet it revealed everything. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
Somehow, it reminded him of the ocean. The rolling notes, the beautiful tones, it was as fluid as the water that he had loved all his life. It even seemed like the waves themselves were crashing against the shore in time with the song. And so he stood there, listening and watching. He had no idea how long he had been standing there, but he didn't care much for time right then. He didn't care about anything at that moment, besides Naomi and her song.
Somehow, it reminded him of the ocean. The rolling notes, the beautiful tones, it was as fluid as the water that he had loved all his life. It even seemed like the waves themselves were crashing against the shore in time with the song. And so he stood there, listening and watching. He had no idea how long he had been standing there, but he didn't care much for time right then. He didn't care about anything at that moment, besides Naomi and her song.