ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ || мɪяяᴏя
⊰ ❅ ⊱ —- Alabaster heiress stood atop stage, cerulean optics shut in remembrance of certain memoirs. Fabricated audience gazed intently at the huntress, feigned smiles and words of encouragement from others closer. Albeit the illusion was mere memory, and long since past, it created that of a real impression - nearly as so she were to be performing for a crowd of thousands. Though through this came reason of why she had come to this particular vicinity - not for ill recollections plaguing mind consistently, however for a much seemingly more peculiar reason.
❛Mirror...
tell me something....
tell me who's the l o n e l i e s t ...
of all?❜
And voice of bells rang through area, perhaps beautiful to an absent gathering only visioned by the ivory haired. Story was poured into song -- though, any outsider would seem oblivious to whatever the meaning. A single emotion was present, however, and transcended through all; sorrow.
Melody appeared much less professional, and rushed, with lacking of instrumental. Perchance she saw fit to revise the lyrics to be as such - although as one whom practiced at such high periods of time, the idea was quite absurd. And with such clarity and precision on each note, it proved odd she would simply wish to destroy a lovely lullaby--
No, it proved moreso the front of confidence and indifference was shattering as word was sung, each moment revealing more of innermost thoughts. And even with struggle to refrain, emotion still poured out through tune.
...and then it ended.