Thank you. [ daylight nods in response, smiling a bit. then he turns his attention back to the waters, watching the paper lanterns gently float away down the lake and out into the great unknown.
with the image of those little lights - so much like the redlite stars from home, he now realises with a pang from his chassis - now fading from view, daylight takes a breath and sings.
it's not normal singing, however. instead of singing the human tongue that he was using earlier, daylight sings in the galateion fashion: sounds more than anything else to the ears of those not accustomed to galaetions' music and culture that was almost wiped out, time and again.
daylight emits twinkling harmonies and deep vibrations, strumming beats and echoing notes. some noises that daylight makes can almost come across as instruments with how brassy or melodic they are but they're not. not quite.
not with how daylight somehow layers the sounds over one another over time, slowly but surely creating an almost song. the song being about the feelings your creators leave after their departure. about the strange space that they occupy in both memories and dreams when they're no longer there. about how you, their creation and their legacy and more, are left to fill in the gaps with said memories and dreams, blurring lines about what could be real or not. ]
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with the image of those little lights - so much like the redlite stars from home, he now realises with a pang from his chassis - now fading from view, daylight takes a breath and sings.
it's not normal singing, however. instead of singing the human tongue that he was using earlier, daylight sings in the galateion fashion: sounds more than anything else to the ears of those not accustomed to galaetions' music and culture that was almost wiped out, time and again.
daylight emits twinkling harmonies and deep vibrations, strumming beats and echoing notes. some noises that daylight makes can almost come across as instruments with how brassy or melodic they are but they're not. not quite.
not with how daylight somehow layers the sounds over one another over time, slowly but surely creating an almost song. the song being about the feelings your creators leave after their departure. about the strange space that they occupy in both memories and dreams when they're no longer there. about how you, their creation and their legacy and more, are left to fill in the gaps with said memories and dreams, blurring lines about what could be real or not. ]