User:Ilutiern
You enter the room at the end of the dimly lit hallway. Pulling the door closed, it creaks with a groan of wear, and a soft click echoes in the room.
Like the many other rooms in A Reyvateil's Melody Mansion, this room is nearly empty with not much to offer. You look around the dusty white room, lit only by the flickering ceiling light. There are no windows here, and vaguely you wonder if anyone lives here at all. But there are signs of life, signs of a person inhabiting this dreary space. On the left wall are marks of black scribblings, frenzied and disorganized, and below them stands a shanty, decaying wooden desk. A plain red box sits on the desk, alone and solemn.
Right across from the door stands a proud Grandfather Clock, old but intimidating, still vibrating each second with the pulse of its heart. Scattered around the clock are yellowed papers with drawings on them.
You take a few steps into the room and the towering clock bellows, the pendulum swinging in its stomach left and right in disturbance. A person materializes- a girl? No, a boy. He smiles daintily and welcomes you to the White Box.
"Please, take your time. Don't mind me," he says. You ask him who he is, but he just smiles in return.
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ilutiern's scribblings
A large part of the wall is blacked out.
Underneath the scribbling are some glyphs: Fou paks ga crannidale mea an yora, infel
Red Box
You lift the lid of the box, and a ghostly tune drifts out. You slam it shut.
Scattered Pages
"Oh, those are mine," the boy says, stepping closer. "They're just doodles. Go ahead and take a look, if you want."
You leaf through the pages, looking at strange dumpling creatures with faces. You raise your eyebrows at the sight of them, surprised.
"Weird, aren't they?" The boy laughs and rubs the back of his neck.
The Boy's singing
The mysterious boy leans back against the clock and begins singing without thinking. You gaze at him, and listen to words and sounds you had never heard before. His sight wanders to you and he jolts forward, surprised. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was singing..."
You urge him to continue. He looks away abashedly. "I-It's kind of embarrassing..." When you mention how you have never heard the language he sang in before, he gives a shy smile. "You probably have... you just don't recognize it. Want me to teach you?"
