Gobo did not seem to hear Boober, so wrapped up in his own thoughts was he. His shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, and he closed his eyes. He could feel that sunlight, could... almost smell the environment. Almost without thinking a song rose, dancing with his memories and away from him.
♫ Dancing bears, painted wings Things I almost remember And a song someone sings Once upon a December ♫
He walked forward, further into the cavern, his voice carrying with him and bouncing off the walls, adding more to the soulful, mournful quality of it.
♫ Someone holds me safe and warm Horses prance through a silver storm Figures dancing gracefully Across my memory ♫
Arms crossed across himself, he then spread them out with a light spin, carrying briefly across a small stream. The glow of the cavern was closer now, and spying it he started a climb up an incline, toward it.
♫ Someone holds me safe and warm Horses prance through a silver storm Figures dancing gracefully Across my memory...
Far away, long ago Glowing dim as an ember Things my heart used to know Things it yearns to remember ♫
Reaching the top of the incline he looked up toward the glow: a single shaft of sunlight, warm across his face, though when he tilted his head up to it and closed his eyes it was against tears.
♫ And a song someone sings Once upon a December... ♫
He lowered himself down to sit as the last remnants of the song echoed away around him. Head up and eyes closed he almost seemed to be basking in the sunlight, but the rest of his posture, and his expression said otherwise. Heartbroken and lost, without any answers...
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♫ Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December ♫
He walked forward, further into the cavern, his voice carrying with him and bouncing off the walls, adding more to the soulful, mournful quality of it.
♫ Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory ♫
Arms crossed across himself, he then spread them out with a light spin, carrying briefly across a small stream. The glow of the cavern was closer now, and spying it he started a climb up an incline, toward it.
♫ Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember ♫
Reaching the top of the incline he looked up toward the glow: a single shaft of sunlight, warm across his face, though when he tilted his head up to it and closed his eyes it was against tears.
♫ And a song someone sings
Once upon a December... ♫
He lowered himself down to sit as the last remnants of the song echoed away around him. Head up and eyes closed he almost seemed to be basking in the sunlight, but the rest of his posture, and his expression said otherwise. Heartbroken and lost, without any answers...