The needle dropped mercilessly over the black surface of the vinyl.
For what seemed like an eternity there was only the sound of it scratching empty tracks as the obsidian disk turned around itself. It was almost hypnotizing, a blank symphony of emptiness that invaded her ears.
She was still lying in her bed, as if intent on staying there for the entire night, lulled to complacency by the sound until it started…
Suddenly and unexpectedly a puissant voice appeared, uninvited, it broke the monotony of her hypnosis with a crystalline vibrato. She knew this voice. She didn’t dare open her eyes, her breath had been taken away.
But then her eyes opened and there were two voices, singing in unison, two voices, the same color and tone only separated by a century of that dark and languid symphony of emptiness from before.
It was beautiful.
When the song came to an end there were only blood red tears of joy and celebration and the certainty of having taken the best from mortality with her!