I walked all night rather aimlessly, without any haste to get somewhere in particular. And in the span of ten ahns, I watched the sun set and rise again. Somewhere, in the hazed passage of time, I heard the sound of sweetness. Rapture. Yes, divine and fused with love's bliss.
His hands were wrinkled and withered with years. Slowly succumbing to the Aging Disease. Yet how I envied his hands in that very moment, drawn to the sounds emanating from the beautiful woman laid across his lap. The Czehar elicited my own desire, and for those few ehn, I longed to trade places with the aged Musician.
How I wept later. Bitter and cleansing tears. Chastising myself for the ugly shame of envy. That I would have willingly traded places and usurped an old man's last few hours together with his lover, just to sate my own selfish lusts. It is with a heart, heavy with guilt, that I returned to banish myself to my four walls and await my own just fate.
