User:Lazy
The little girl climbs up the wooden staircase. Each tiny and slightly hesitating step of hers is accompanied by a low, hollow creaking sound. Finally, she stops in front of a door that leads to the attic. On the door hangs a plain-looking rusty iron plate, engraved on which are two words - Ροζ Φεγγάρι.
She opens the door. A gentle breeze suddenly blows, as if to whisper something into her ears.
"Καλώς Ορίσατε στο Ροζ Φεγγάρι."
Through a little window on the far side of the room, rays of moonlight soak the little attic in pink, a color that holds more meanings than what the eyes can interpret. It can very well be the color of love. It also symbolizes youth, innocence and purity. But it might also be the color of sadness and solitude. The owner of this room must have held such conflicting emotions inside his heart as well, so thought the little girl.
Around the room are four bookshelves, filled with books, documents and materials written in countless languages, some of which seem to have never been deciphered. There is also a desk, which the owner of this room probably once used for writing, but it is now covered by a thick layer of dust. Inside the desk's drawer, there are a couple of pens and pencils, several pieces of paper full of rough writings, two small notebooks, a photo album and a diary. Not being curious, the little girl closes the drawer.
The Northern bookshelf is filled with musical books, all of which share the same word "Hymn" in their titles. Inside those books are many songs which seem to have been composed by the owner of the room himself, in several languages unbeknownst to most.
The Eastern bookshelf is devoted to books about languages. Some of those are written by the owner of the room, in an attempt to explain the depths of those languages in simple and easy-to-understand words. Most of them, however, are incomplete. Probably because the owner never had time to finish what he had started. She gazes closely at the books' titles, none of which makes any sense to her:
- An Ethnic Language of Ar ciel
- Per Zeitenwart
- Recalling upon the Past
- On Sol cluster's First Lost Civilization
- Of Tundras and Glaciers
- Relative Color Harmony
- Project A.
- Crossing the Slavic and Romance Frontier
- Language of the Cocoon
- Songs of Farewell
The Western bookshelf is, again, full of musical books. Those differ from the Northern books in that they are not "Hymns" and their contents are not crafted by the owner of this room. Rather, they seem to be books that describe the meaning behind various songs by various artists, most of which the little girl has never heard before.
Finally, the Southern bookshelf contains only one type of book, twenty-seven books with just a single word "Neocarnation" as their titles. The owner of this room must have taken most care of those books, seeing how he devoted an entire bookshelf just for them. There is also a cassette tape, a scrapbook titled "Οι Χαρακτήρες Μου" and a gramophone record which has been intentionally crushed into several pieces.
After looking through the books and basking in the genial moonlight, the little girl leaves the attic room. Upon opening the door, she turns around one last time, and smiles tenderly. Another whispering of the wind can be heard, in a clear and gentle voice.
"Ευχαριστώ..."
